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HYMNS 


FOR    THE 

USE  OF  CHRISTIANS  : 

INCLUDING 

A  number  never  before  published. 


^And  they  sung  as  it  zvere  a  neiv  song  before  the 
throne  :  and  no  man  could  learn  that  song.,  hut 
the  redeemed  from   the  earth" — Rev.    xivy  3, 


PHILADELPHIA: 
PRINTED  BY  JOHN  W.  SCOTT, 

NO.    ay,  BANK-STREET, 

1803. 


HYMNS,  &c. 


WALKING  WITH  GOD. 

Y  faith  in  Chrift  I  wa'k  with  God, 
With  heav'n,  my  journey's  end  in  view. 
Supported  by  his  flafFand  rod, 
My  road  is  fafe  and  pleaLnt  too. 


'B 


%  I  travel  through  a  defart  wide, 

Where  many  round  me  blindly  ftray ; 
But  he  vouchafes  to  be  my  guide 
And  wiii  not  let  me  mifs  my  way. 

3  Though  fnares  and  dangersthrong  my  path. 

And  earth  and  hell  my  courfe  wilhiland; 
I  triumph  over  ail  by  faith, 

Guarded  by  his  Almighty  hand. 

4  The  wlldernefs  affords  no  food, 

But  God  for  my  fupport  prepares  ; 
Provides  me  ev'ry  needful  good. 

And  frees  my  foul  from  wants  and  carej, 

5  With  him  fweet  converfe  1  maintain, 

Great  as  he  is,  1  dare  be  free  ; 
I  tell  him  all  my  grief  and  pain. 
And  he  reveals  his  love  to  me. 


[  -t  ] 

6  Seme  cordial  from  his  word  he  brings, 

Whene'er  my  feeble  fpirit  faints, 
At  once  my  foul  revives  and  fings, 
And  yields  no  more  to  fad  complaints. 

7  1  pity  all  the  worldling's  talk 

Of  pleafure  that  will  quickly  end  ; 
Be  this  my  choice,  O  Lord  to  walk 

With  thee,  my  guide  my  guard,  my  friend. 


MY     NAME     IS    JACOB. 

I    XT  AY,  1  cannot  let  thee  g^o, 
i^    'Till  a  bleflin^  thou  beflow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pi  effing  cafe. 

a  Doft  thou  alk  me  w  ho  !  am  ? 

Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'il  my  name  I 
Yet  the  queftion  gives  a  plea, 
1  o  fupport  my  fuit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didft  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy, 
'i  hat  poor  rebel.  Lord,  \Yas  I. 

4  Once  a  finner  near  defpair 
Sought  thy  mercy-feat  by  pray'r; 
Mercy  h;ard  and  fet  him  free, 
Lord,  tint  mercy  came  to  me. 


[      5     ] 

5  Many  years  have  pafs'd  fince  then, 
Many  changes  1  have  feen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  'till  now, 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

6  Thou  haft  help'd  in  ev'ry  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  fo  much  mercy  paft, 
Canfl  thou  let  me  fink  ut  laft  ! 

7  No — I  muft  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodnefs  makes  me  bold  ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jefu's  fake. 


I    JOSEPH    MADZ    KNOWN    TO    HtS    BRETHREN. 

WHEN  Jofeph  his  brethren  beheld, 
Afflicted  and  trtmbling  with  fear  ; 
His  heart  with  compallion  wasfiU'd, 

From  weeping  he  could  rot  forbear  ; 
A  while  his  behaviour  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  paft  fins  to  their  minds; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hafted  to  fhcw  himftlf  kind. 

How  little  they  thought  it  was  he 
Whom  they  had  ill-treated  and  fold! 

How  great  their  confufion  muft  be, 
As  foon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 

"  I  am  Jofeph,  you'  brother,  he  faid, 
"  And  ftill  to  my  heart  you  are  dear ; 


[     6     ] 

"  You  fold  mff,  and  thoujrht  I  was  dead, 
"  JBut  God,  for  your  fakes  fent  me  here." 


3  Though  greatly  dlftrefled  before, 

When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup  ; 
They-  now  were  confounded  much  more,  . 

Not  one  of  them  diirft  to  look  up, 
**  Can  Jofeph,  whom  we  would  have  flain, 

"Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
"  And  will  he  our  houfliold  maintain  ? 

*'  O  this  is  a  brother  indeed  !'* 


4  Thus,  dragg'd  by  my  confcience,  T  came, 

And  laden  with  guilt  to  the  Lord  ; 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  Ihame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  word  : 
At  firft  he  lof.k'd  (lern  and  fevere. 

What  anguifh  then  pierced  my  heart ; 
Expe<5Hpg  each  momciit  to  Iiear 

Ihe  fentcnce, ''  Ihou  curfed  depart." 

5  But  oh  !  v/hat  furpr'.fe  when  he  fpoke. 

While  tendernei's  beam'd  in  his  face  ; 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'erv.helm'd  and  confounded  by  grace  ; 
"  Poor  finner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 

"  By  thee  I  was  fold  and  was  flain  ; 
*'  But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 

"  And  raife  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 


6  "  I  am  Jefus,  whom  thou  ha^  bhfphem'd. 
"And  ciucify'd  oftai  fefr^ibj 


[  7  ] 

«*  But  let  me  henceforth  be  efleem'd 

"Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flcfh; 

♦*  My  pardon  I  freely  beftow, 

"  Thy  wants  I  will  fully  fupply  ; 

"  I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 
"And  foon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

"  Go  publifh  to  fmners  around, 

"  That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
"The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 

"  And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room.'* 
Oh,  finncrs,  the  meflage  obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excufes  pretend ; 
But  come  without  further  delay. 

To  Jtfus,  our  brother  and  friend. 


THE   LORD  MY  BANNER. 

1  TQ  Y  whom  was  David  taught 
X3  To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Gollah  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
No  fword  or  fpcar  tlie  ftripling  took, 
But  chofe  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

%  Twas  Ifrael's  God  and  Kmg 

Who  fent  him  to  the  %ht 
Who  g- ve  him  ftrength  to  lling. 

And  (kill  to  aim  aright. 
You  feeble  faints  your  ftrength  endures, 
Btcaufe  young  David's  God  is  your'fc. 


[      8      ] 

Who  order'cl  Gideon  forth, 
To  florm  th'  invader's  camp, 

Wirh  arms  of  little  worth, 
A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 

The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 

And  all  the  hoft  was  overthrown. 

Oh  !  I  have  feen  the  day, 

When,  with  a  fingle  word, 
God  helping  me  to  fay. 

My  trud  is  in  the  Lord  ; 
My  foul  has  quell'd  a  tiioufand  foes, 
Fearlefs  of  all  that  could  oppofe. 

But  unbelief,  felf-will, 

Seif-righteoufneis  and  pride. 

How  often  do  they  fteal 
My  weapon  from  my  fide  ? 

Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  friend, 

Will  help  his  fervant  to  the  end. 


BALAAM  S   WISH. 

I   TTOW  bleft  the  righteous  are  ! 
XjL   When  rhey  refign  their  breath  ! 
No  wonder  Balaam  wifh'd  to  fhare 
In  fuch  a  happy  death. 

a  "  Oh  !  let  me  die  faid  he, 

"  The  death  the  righteous  do; 
«  When  life  is  ended,  let  me  be 
••  Found  wuth  the  faithful  few*** 


[     9     ] 

3  The  force  of  truth  how  great  ! 

\When  enemies  confefs, 
None  but  the  righteous,  whom  they  hate, 
";*  iblid  hope  polTefs, 

4  But  Balaam's  wlfh  was  vain, 

His  heart  was  infincere  : 
He  thinled  for  unrighteous  gain, 
And  fought  a  portion  here. 

5  He  feem'd  the  Lord  to  know, 

And  to  -offend  him  loth  ; 
But  Mammon  prov'd  his  overthrow, 
For  none  can  ferve  them  both. 

6  May  you  my  friends,  and  I 

Warning  lorra  hence  receive; 
If  like  the  righteous  we  would  die, 
To  choofe  the  life  they  live. 


SAMPSON   S  LION. 

I   ^T^HE  lion  that  on  Sampfon  roar'd, 

JL      And  thirfled  for  his  blood ; 

With  honey  afterwards  was  ftor'd, 

And  furnifh'd  him  with  food. 

a  Believers,  as  they  pafs  along. 
With  many  lions  meet ; 
But  gather  fweetnefs  from  the  ftrong, 
And  from  the  eater,  meat. 
B 


[      10     ] 

3  The  lions  rage  and  roar  in  vain, 

For  Jefus  is  their  ftiicld  ; 
Their  lofTes  prove  a  certain  gain, 
Their  troubles  comfort  yield. 

4  The  world  and  Satan  join  their  ftrength. 

To  fill  their  luul  with  fears  ; 
But  crops  cf  joy  they  reap  at  length, 
From  what  they  i'ow  in  tears. 

5  Afilidions  mate  them  love  the  word» 

Stir  up  their  hearts  to  pray'r  ; 
And  many  precious  proofs  afford 
Of  their  Redeemer's  care. 

6  Tlie  lions  roar,  but  cannot  kill ; 

ihen  fear  them  not  my  friends  ; 
They  bring  us,  thouj;h  agaiuil  their  will. 
The  honey  Jei'us  feiids.  ' 


HANNAH,  OR  TUE  THRONE  Ot   GRACE. 

1   "^TTHEN  Hannah  prefs'd     ith  grief, 
V  V     Pour'd  forth  her  foul  in  pray'r  ; 
She  quickly  found  relief, 

And  left  her  burden  there : 
Like  her,  in  every  trying  caf<i,  . 
Let  us  approach  the  throne  of  grace. 

1  When  Ihe  began  to  pray, 

Htr  heart  was  pain'd  and  fad  j 
But  ere  Hie  went  away, 


[  11  ] 

Was  comforted  and  glad  : 
In  trouble  what  a  refting  place, 
Have  they  Awho  know  the  thr«nc  of  grace. 


3  Though  men  and  devils  rage, 

And  threaten  to  devour  ; 
The  faints  from  age  to  age 

Are  fafe  from  ail  their  pow'r  : 
Frefh  ftrength  they  gain  to  run  their  race. 
By  waiting  at  the  throne  of  grace. 


Eli  her  cafe  millook, 

How  was  her  fpirit  mov'd 

By  this  unkind  rebuke  ? 

But  God  her  caufe  approv'd. 

We  need  oot  fear  a  creature's  face, 

While  welcoirie  at  a  throne  of  grac«. 


She  was  not  fiU'd  with  wine. 

As  Eli  rafh'y  thought ; 
But  with  a  faith  divine, 

And  found  the  help  (he  fought : 
Though  men  defpife,  and  call  us  bafc, 
Still  let  us  ply  the  throne  of  grace. 


6  Men  have  not  pow'r  or  fkill. 
With  troubled  fouls  to  bear; 
Though  they  exprefs  good  will, 

Poor  comforters  they  are  : 
But  fwelling  forrows  iink  apace, 
Wh#n  we  approach  the  throne  of  grac«. 


[      12     ]    . 

7  yumbers  before  him  try'd, 

^nd  found  the  promife  true ; 
Nor  yet  one  been  deny'd 

Then  why  fhould  I  or  you  ? 
Let  us  by  f.iith  their  footfteps  trace, 

And  hailcn  to  the  throne  ol  grace. 

8  Asfcgs  obfcure  the  light, 

^nd  taint  the  morning  air  ; 
But  foon  are  put  to  flight. 

If  the  briglit  fun  appear; 
Thus  jefus  will  our  troubles  chafe, 
By  Ihining  froaithe  throne  of  grace. 


8.4U  L.  :>    AUMOUR. 

THEN  fiKl  my  foul  enlifted 
V  V      My  Saviour's  foes  to  fight ; 
Mirtaken  friends  ir  fifled, 
I  was  not  arm'd  aright ; 
So  Saul  advif^d  David 

He  centainly  would  fall; 
Nor  could  his  life  l)e  faved 
Without  a  coat  of  mail. 

2  But  David,  though  he  yielded 

1  o  put  the  armour  on, 
Soon  found  he  could  not  wield  it, 

And  ventuf'd  forth  with  none, 
with  only  fling  and  pebble 

He  fought  the  fight  of  faith  ; 
Thf  ^  eapon  feem'd  but  feeble. 

Yet  prov'd  Goliuh's  deach. 


[     13     ] 

Had  I  by  him  been  guided, 

And  quickly  thrown  away 
Theaimour  men  provided, 

1  might  have  g?.in\'l  the  day ; 
But  arm'd  as  they  advis'd  me. 

My  expedlations  faii'd  ; 
My  enemy  furpriz'd  me, 

And  had  almoft  prevail'd. 


Furnifh'd  wirh  books  and  notions, 

And  arguments  and  pride; 
I  praiftie'd  all  my  motions, 

And  Satan's  pow'r  dcfy'd 
But  foon  perceiv'd  with  trouble. 

That  thefe  would  do  no  good  ; 
Iron  to  them  is  ftubble. 

And  brafs  like  rotten  wood. 


I  triumph'd  at  a  diftance. 

While  he  was  cut  of  fight ; 
But  faint  was  my  refiftance 

When  forc'd  to  join  in  fight ; 
He  broke  my  fword  in  fhivers. 

And  pierc'd  my  boafted  fliield  ; 
Laugh'd  at  my  vaiia  endeavours. 

And  drove  me  from  the  field. 


i  Satan  will  not  be  braved 
By  fuch  a  worm  as  I  : 
Then  let  me  learn  with  David, 
To  truft  in  the  Moft  Hi^-h ; 


[      14     ] 

To  plead  the  name  of  Jefti*, 
And  ufc  the  fling  of  pray'r ; 

Tlius  arm'd  when  Satan  fees  us 
He'll  tremble  and  defpair. 


ASK    WHAT    I     SHALL    GIVE    THEK. 

I    /^OME,  my  foul,  thy  fuit  prepare, 
V><   jefus  loves  to  anfwer  pray'r 
He  himfelf  has  bid  thee  pray  ; 
1  hercfore  will  not  fay  thee  nay. 

a  7hou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring: 
For  his  grace  and  pow'r  are  fuch« 
None  can  ever  aik  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord  remove  this  load  of  fin  ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  finners  fpilt, 
Set  my  confcience  fre§  from  guilt. 

4  Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  reft, 
Take  pofleffion  of  my  brcaft  : 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reiga. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  g-afs 
Anfwersthe  beholder's  face; 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Pxint  thins  own  referablance  there. 


[      15     ] 

4  While  T  am  a  pilgrim  l;iere, 
Let  thy  love  my  fpirir  cheer; 
As  my  guide,  my  gu*rd  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hcur  my  ftrength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith 
Let  me  live  the  people's  death. 


THE   MEAL   AND  CRUISE   OF   OIL. 

I   T>  Y  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal 
JL3   illijah  was  fuftain'd  ; 
Though  fmall  the  flock,  it  lafled  well, 
For  God  the  ftore  maintain'd. 

t  It  feem'd  as  if  from  day  to  day, 
They  were  to  eat  and  die; 
But  ftill,  though  in  a  fecret  way, 
He  fent  a  frtfh  fupply. 

3  Thus  to  his  poor  he  {till  will  give 

Juft  for  the  prefent  hour; 
Eut  for  to-morrow  they  muft  live 
Upon  his  word  and  pow'r. 

4  No  barn  or  ftore-houfe  they  poITefs, 

On  which  they  can  depend  ; 
Yet  have  no  caufc;  to  fear  diftrefs, 
Fcr  Jefus  is  their  fricad. 


[     16     ] 

5  Then  let  no  doubt  your  mind  affaH, 

Remember,  God  hasfaid, 
**  The  cruife  and  barrel  fliall  not  fail, 
"  My  people  Ihall  be  fed." 

6  And  thus,  thcuofh  faint  it  often  fesm», 

He  keeps  their  grace  aiive  ; 
Suppiy'd  by  his  refrefliing  ftreams, 
Their  dying  hopes  revive. 

7  Though  in  ourfelves  we  have  no  ftock. 

The  Lord  is  nigh  to  fave; 
His  door  flies  open  when  we  knock. 
And  'cis  but  alk  and  hav«. 


NAAMAN. 

I    TQ  EFORE  Eliiha's  gate 

0  The  Syrian  leper  flood. 
But  could  not  brook  to  wait, 

He  deem'd  himfelf  too  good  : 
He  thought  the  prophet  would  attend, 
And  not  to  hira  a  melTage  fend. 

ft  Have  1  this  journey  come, 
And  will  he  not  be  feen  ? 

1  were  as  v/ell  at  home, 

Would  v/aihing  make  me  clean  : 
Why  muft  1  walh  in  Jordan's  flood? 
Damafcus'  rivers  arc  as  good. 


[     17     ] 

Thus,  by  his  foclifli  pride. 

He  alnisift  mifs'd  a  care; 
Howe'er  at  length  he  try'd 

And  found  the  method  fure  : 
Soon  as  his  pride  was  brought  to  yield, 
His  leprofy  was  quickly  heal'd. 

H 

Leprous  and  proud  as  he> 

To  Jefus  thus  I  came, 
From  lin  to  fet  mc  free. 

When  firfl:  T  heard  his  fame  : 
Surely,  thought  I,  my  pompous  tram 
Of  vows  and  tears  will  noti«e  gain. 


My  heart  devls'd  the  way 
Which  I  fuppos'd  he'd  take ; 

And  when  I  found  delay, 
Was  ready  to  go  back  : 

Had  he  fome  painful  tfi.flc  cnjoln'd 

I  to  performance  feem'd  inclin'd. 


When  by  his  word  he  fpake, 
"  That  fountain  open'd  fee; 

"  Twas  open'd  for  thy  fake, 
"  Go  wafh  and  thou  art  free  :" 

Oh!  how  did  my  proud  heart  g<iiniay, 

1  fear'd  to  truft  this  fmiple  way. 


7  At  length  I  trial  made, 

When  I  had  much  endur'd  ; 
The  mefTage  I  obey'd, 
1  wafa'd  and  I  was  cur'd : 


[     18     ] 

Sinners  this  healing  fountain  try 
Which  cleans'd  a  wretch  fo  vile  as  I. 


faith's    review    and    IMECIATION. 

I      A   MAZING  grace!  (how  fweet  the  found) 
l\   That  fav'd  a  wretch  hke  me  ! 
I  once  was  loft,  but  now  am  found. 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  fee. 

t  *Twa8  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd  ; 
How  preci  us  did  that  grace  appear. 
The  hour  I  firft  bcliev'd  I 


3 


Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  fnares, 

1  have  already  come; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  fafc  thus  far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  haspromis'd  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  fccures  ,• 
He  v/ill  my  fliield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flefli  and  heart  fhall  fail. 

And  mortal  life  fhall  ceafe  ,• 
I  fhall  poffefs  within  the  vail, 
A  Ufe  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  fhall  foon  diffolve  like  fnow, 

1  he  fun  forbear  to  fhine  ; 


[     19     ] 

But  God  whjo  call'd  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  min«. 


O  THAT    I  WERE   AS  IN   MONTHS   PAST. 

I    C  WEET  was  the  time  when  firft  I  felt 

0  The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Apply'd  to  cleanfe  my  foul  from  guilt, 

And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

a  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal 'd 
His  praifes  tun'd  my  tongue  : 
And  when  the  ev'ning  fhades  prevail'd^ 
His  love  was  all  my  iovg. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  fpread'his  wiles,    ' 

The  world  no  more  could  charm; 

1  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  fmiles. 

And  kan'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  pfay'r  my  foul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  faw  his  glory  fliine  ; 
i\nd  when  1  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promife  mine. 

5  Then  to  his  faints  I  often  fpoke, 

Of  what  his  love  had  done ; 
But  now  my  heart  is  almofl  broke. 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 

$  Now  when  the  evening  fhade  prevails, 
My  foul  in  darknefs  mourus  i 


[     20     ] 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

7  My  pray'rs  are  now  a  chatt'ring  nolfe, 

For  Jefus  hides  his  face  ; 
I  read,  the  promife  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  cafe. 

8  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail. 

And  make  my  foul  his  prey ; 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail, 
O  come  without  delay. 


NONE   U?0N  EARTH   I   DESIRE  BESIDES  THEE. 


'H 


OW  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours, 
When  Jefus  no  longer  I  fee;     [flow'rs, 
Sweet  profpe6ls,  fwett  birds,  and  fweet 
Have  loft  all  their  fweetnefs  with  me; 
The  mid-fumraer  fun  Ihines  but  dim. 

The  Iklds  ilrivc  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pieafant  as  May. 

a  Kls  name  yields  the  rjcheft  perfume. 

And  fwceter  than  mufic  his  voice ; 
His  prefence  difperfes  my  gloom. 

And  nidkes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  fhould,  were  he  always  thus  nigh. 

Have  nothing  to  wilh  or  to  fear : 
No  niovut!  fo  happy  as  1, 

My  lummer  would  iail  all  the  year. 


[     21      ] 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleafure  refign'd  ; 
No  change  of  feafon  or  place, 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind : 
While  bleil  with  a  f<infe  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 
And  prifons  would  palaces  prove, 

Ii  J^fus  would  dwell  with  me  thct'e. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  inde.^d  I  am  thine. 

If  thou  art  my  fun  and  my  fong, 
Say,  why  do  I  languiih  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  v/inters  lb  long  ? 
O  drive  thefe  dark  clouds  from  my  Iky, 

Thy  foul-cheering  prcfence  reftore, 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


DWELLING    IN    MESECH. 

I   \  T  7  H  AT  a  mournful  life  Is  mine, 
\  V     Fill'd  with  croffes,  pains  and  cares 
Ev'ry  work  defil'd  with  fin, 
Ev'ry  flep  befet  with  fnares  ! 

a  If  alone  I  penfive  fit, 

I  myfelf  can  hardly  bear ; 
If  I  pafs  along  the  ftreet. 
Sin  and  riot  triumph  there. 

3  Jcfus !  how  my  heart  is  pain'd. 

How  it  moftrn^  for  fouls  deceiv'd  j 


[     22     ] 

When  T  hear  thy  name  profan'd, 
Wlien  I  fee  thy  fpirit  griev'd  ! 

4  "When  thy  children's  grief  I  view, 

Their  diilrefs  becomes  my  own  ; 
All  1  hear,  or  fee,  or  do, 

Makes  me  tremble,  weep  and  groaa. 

5  Mourning  thus  I  long  had  been. 

When  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice; 
"  Thou  hail  caufe  to  mourn  for  fm, 
"  Eat  in  me  thou  may'ft  rejoice." 

6  This  kind  word  difpell'd  my  grief, 
m  Put  to  fiience  my  complaints; 

Tho*  of  fmntrs  I'm  the  chief, 

He  has  rank'd  me  with  his  faints. 

7  Tho'  conflrain'd  to  dwell  a  while 

Where  the  wicked  flriveand  brawl; 
I>et  them  frown,  fo  he  but  fmile, 
Heav'n  will  make  amends  for  all. 

8  There,  believers,  we  fhall  reft, 

Free  frtm  forrow,  fm  and  f(?ars: 
Nothing  ihere  our  peace  mokll, 
Thro'  eternal  rounds  of  years. 

9  Let  us  then  the  fight  endure, 

See  our  Captain  looking  dowB  ; 
He  will  mtke  the  conqueft  fure, 
And  btfty-w  ihc  promis'd  crowa. 


[     23     ] 


THE   NAME  OF  JESUS. 

"OW  fweet  the  name  of  Jefus  founds 
.   In  a  believer's  ear  ? 
It  fooths  his  forrows,  heals  his  wounds^ 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

•  3  It  makes  the  wounded  fpirit  whole. 
And  calms  the  troubled  breaft, ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  foul, 
And  to  the  weary,  reft. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  buiM, 

My  fhield  and  hiding  place  ; 
My  never  failing  treas'ry  fill'd 
With  boundiefs  ftores  of  grace. 

4  By  thee  pray'rs  acceptance  gain, 

Altho'  with  fin  defii'd  ; 
Satan  accufes  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5  Jefus!  my  fhepherd,  hulliand,  friend. 

My  prophet,  prieft  and  king: 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praife  1  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmeft  thought ; 
But  when  I  fee  thee  as  ihou  art, 
I'll  praife  thee  as  I  ought. 


C      24     ] 


7  'Till  then  1  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  cv'ry  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  mufic  of  thy  name, 
RcfFt:3i  my  foul  in  death. 


O    LORD    1    WILL    PRAISE   THEE. 

1  T  WILL  praife  thee  ev'ry  day, 

JL   Now  thine  anger's  turn'd  away  ! 
Comfortable  thoughts  srife 
From  the  bicedirg  facriiice. 

2  Here  in  the  fair  gofpsl  field, 
Wells  of  free  falvation  yield. 
Streams  of  life  a  plenteous  {lore, 
ArA  my  foul  ihall  third  no  more. 

_•   Jefus  is  become  at  length 

My  falvation  and  my  ftrength  ; 
And  his  praifes  fhall  prolong, 
While  I  live,  my  plcafant  fong. 

4  Praife  ye  then,  his  glorious  name, 
publiih  his  exalted  fame  ! 

Still  his  worth  your  praife  exceeds, 
Excellent  are  all  his  deeds. 

5  Raife  again  thy  joyful  found. 
Let  the  natimis  roll  it  rouna  I 
Zion  (hout,  for  this  is  he, 

God  the  Saviour  dwells  in  ths€. 


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THB   GOOD   PHYSICIAN', 


i  TTOW  lofl-  was  my  condition, 
XjL  'Till  Jefus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  phylician 

Can  cure  a  fm-fick  foul ! 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  fnatch'd  me  from  the  grave. 
To  tell  to  all  aroun  dme. 

His  wond'rous  power  to  fave. 

3  The  v/orft  of  all  difeafes 

Is  light,  compar'd  with  fin  ; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  feizes, 

But  rages  moil  within  ; 
*Tis  palfy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madnefs — all  combin'd  5 
And  none  but  a  believer, 

The  leaft,  relief  can  find. 

3  Fri^m  men  groat  fklU  proreiTing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain, 
But  this  prov'd  more  diftreCing, 

And  addi:;d  to  my  pain  : 
Some  faid  th.at  ncthing;  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  loll ; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 

Aild  all  my  hopes  were  crof'i'd. 

4  At  length  this  grrn^  3  hyfician, 

ilow  matthkfs  i^  his  grace  I 
D 


[     26     1 

Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  cafe  : 

Firfl;  gave  me  fight  to  view  him> 
For  f  n  my  eyts  had  feal'd  ; 

Then  bid  me  look  unto  him  ; 
I  look'd  and  I  v/as  heard. 

A  dying,  rifen  Jefus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith  ; 
Ac  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  faves  the  foul  from  death 
Come  then  to  thy  phyfician. 

His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  oniv — look  and  live. 


HUMBI.ED  AND    SILENCED  BT  MERCY. 

iNCE  perifhirg  in  blood  I  lay. 
Creatures  no  help  could  give; 
But  Jefus  pafs'd  me  in  the  way, 
He  faw,  and  bid  me  live. 

2  Tho'  Satan  ftill  his  rule  maintain'd. 

And  all  his  arts  employ 'd  ; 
That  mis^hty  word  his  rage  reflrain'd, 
i  could  not  be  deftrey'd. 

3  At  length  the  time  of  love  axriv'd. 

When  I  my  Lord  Ihoidd  know ; 
Then  Satan  of  his  pow'r  depriv'd, 
Was  forc'd  to  let  nie  go. 


[   2r   ] 

4  O,  can  I  e'er  that  day  forge  f, 

When  Jefus  kindly  fpoke  ! 
"  Poor  foul,  my  blood  has  paid  thy  debt. 
And  now  1  break  thy  yoke. 

5  "  Henceforth  I  take  thee  for  my  own, 

And  give  myfelf  to  thee  ; 
Forfake  the  idols  thou  haft  known, 
And  yield  thyfelf  to  mc." 

6  Ah >  worthlefs  heart !  it  promis'dfair, 

And  faid  it  would  be  thine  ; 
I  little  thought  it  e'er  would  dare, 
Again  with  idols  join. 

7  Lord,  doft  thou  fuch  back-Hidings  heal, 

And  pardon  all  that's  paft  ? 

Sure,  if  I  am  not  made  of  iieel, 

Thou  haft  prevail'd  at  laft. 

S  My  tongue,  which  rafhly  fpoke  before. 
This  mercy  will  rcftrain  ; 
Surely  I  now  fhall  boaft  no  more. 
Kor  cenfurc,nor  complain. 


BZLSHAZZAa. 


POOR  fmners!  little  do  they  think.. 
With  whom  they  have  to  do  ! 
But  ftand  fecurely  on  the  brink    ' 
Of  evcilafting  wee. 


[     28     ] 

;  BelHiazzer  thus,  profane! v  bold, 
The  Lord  of  Holls  defy'd. 
But  vengeance  foon  his  boafts  controui'd, 
And  humbled  all  his  pride. 

3  He  fav>'  a  hand  upon  the  wall, 

(And  trembled  on  his  throne) 
Which  wrote  his  fudden  dreadful  fall 
In  characters  unknown, 

4  Vv  hy  ihould  he  tremble  at  the  view 

Of  what  he  could  not  read? 
Foreboding  confcience  quickly  knew 
Kis  ruin  was  decreed. 

J  See  him  o'erwhelm'd  with  deep  diftrefs, 
His  eyes  with  anguilh  roll, 
His  l»oks  and  loofen'd  joints,  exprefs 
The  terrors  of  his  foul. 

^  His  pomp,  and  muiic,  guefts  and  wine, 
No  more  delight  afford. 
O  fmners,  ere  this  cafe  be  thine, 
Begin  to  feek  the  Lord. 

7  The  law  like  this  hand-writing  ftan^Jj 
Andfpeaksthe  wrath  of  God; 
£ut  Jefus  anfwers  its  demands. 
And  cancels  it  with  blood* 


[     29     ] 


ON  ONE   STONE   SHALL  BE    SEVEN   EYES, 


I  TESUS  Christ,  the  Lord's  anointed, 
^    Who  his  blood  for  finner's  fpik  ; 
Is  the  {lone  by  God  appointed, 
And  the  church  is  on  him  built: 
He  delivers  all  who  truft  him,from  their  gtiilt, 

2  Many  eyes  at  once  are  fixed 

On  a  perfon  fo  divine  ; 
Love  with  awful  juftice  mixed. 
In  his  great  redemption  fhine  : 
Mighty  Jefus,  give  me  leave  to  call  thee  mme^, 

3  By  the  Father's  eye  approved, 

Lo,  a  voice  is  heard  from  heav'n, 
"  Sinners,  this  is  my  beloved, 
For  your  ranfom  freely  giv'n  : 
All  oifences,  for  his  fake,  fhall  b«  forgiven.'* 

4  Angels  with  their  eyes  purfu'd  him, 

When  he  left  his  glorious  throne  ; 
With  aflonifiiment  they  view'dhim. 

Put  the  form  of  fervant  on  ;  [known  ; 

Angels  worlhip'd  him  who  was  on  earth  un- 

5  Satan  and  his  hod  amazed, 

Saw  this  ilone  in  Zion  laid  ; 
Jefus,  tho'  to  death  abafed, 

Bruis'd  the  fubtle  ferpent's  head, 
When  to  fave  iis,  on  the  cr ofs  his  blood  he  fhed< 


[     30     ] 

6  When  a  guilty  fmner  fees  him. 

While  he  looks  his  foul  is  heal'd  ; 
Soon  his  fight  from  anguifh  frees  him, 
And  imparts  a  pardon  feal'd  : 
May  this  Saviour  be  to  all  our  hearts  reveal'd. 

7  With  defire  and  admiration, 

All  his  blood-bought  flock  behold 
Him  who  Avrouglit  out  their  falvation, 
And  enclos'd  them  in  his  fold  : 
Yet  their  warmcft  love  and  praifes  arc  too  cold. 

8  By  the  eye  of  carnal  reafon, 

Many  view  him  with  difdain  ; 
How  will  they  abide  the  feafon, 

When  he'll  come  with  all  his  train  ?  [vain. 
To  efcape  him  then  they'll  wilh,  but  wifh  in 

9  How  their  hearts  will  melt  and  tremble, 

When  they  hear  his  awful  voice  : 
But  his  faints  he'll  then  affemble, 
As  his  porilon  and  his  choice  ; 
And  receive  them  to  his  everlaiiing  /bys. 


THE   BEGGAR. 


Ij^NCOURAG'D  by  the  word 
^    Of  promife  to  the  poor  ; 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door  ! 
No  hand,  no  heart,  O  I^ord,  but  thine, 
Can  hel|»  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 


[     31     ] 


The  beggar's  ufual  plea, 

Relief  from  men  to  gain. 
If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  would'ft  difdain  ; 
And  pleas  which  move  thy  gracious  ear>- 
Are  fuch  as  men  would  fcorn  to  hear. 


I  have  no  right  to  fay 

That  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  once  there  was  a  day 

When  I  poflelTed  more  : 
Thou  know'ft  that  from  my  very  birth, 
I've  betn  the  poorefl  wretch  on  earth. 


Nor  can  T  dare  proftfs, 

As  beggars  often  do. 
Though  great  is  my  diftrefs, 

My  wants  have  been  but  few  : 
If  thou  fliould'fl  leave  my  foul  to  flarve, 
It  would  be  what  I  well  deferve. 


5  'Twere  folly  to  pretend 

I  never  begg'd  before  ? 
Or,  if  thou  now  befriend, 

I'll  trouble  thee  no  more  : 
Thou  often  haft  rellev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  mufl  come  again, 

^  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
For  fuch  a  dog  as  I ; 
No  lefs  than  children's  food 
^ly  foul  can  fatiaiy ; 


[      32      J 

O  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go, 
i  mud  have  all  thou  canft  bello\Y< 

']  Nor  can  I  willing  be 

'i  hy  bounty  to  conceal 
From  others,  who  like  me, 

1  heir  wants  and  hunger  feel  j 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  florcj 
And  try  to  fend  a  thoufand  morei 

8  Thy  thoughts,  thou  only  wife ! 

Or.r  thoughts  and  ways  tranfcend, 
Far  as  the  arched  Ikies 

Above  the  earth  extend; 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  hear^ 
But  God  receives  a  beggar's  pray'r. 


IICK   SOULi 


i  "pHYSICIAN  of  my  fm-fickfou!. 
X      To  thee  I  bring  my  cafe  ; 
My  raging  malady  controui. 
And  heal  me  by  thy  grace. 

a  Pity  the  anguifli  T  endure, 

See  hov/  I  m«>urn  and  pine  ; 
For  never  can  I  hope  a  cure 
From  any  hand  but  thine. 


.> 


1  would  difclofc  my  whole  complaint^ 
But  where  fball  I  begin  ? 


[     33     ] 

Ko  words  of  mine  can  fully  paint 
That  worfl  diftemper,  fiii. 

4  It  lies  not  in  a  fingle  part, 

But  thro'  my  frame  is  fpread 
A  burning  fever  in  my  heart, 
A  palfy  in  my  head. 

5  It  makes  me  deaf,  and  dumb,  and  blind. 

And  impotent  and  lame, 
And  overclouds  and  fills  my  mind. 
With  folly,  fear  and  lliame. 

6'  A  thoufand  evil  thoughts  intrude, 
Tumultuous  in  my  breaft  ; 
Which  indifpofe  me  for  my  food, 
And  rob  me  cf  my  reft. 

y  Lord  I  am  fick,  regard  my  cry^ 
And  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 
Say,  canft  thou  let  a  finner  die, 
Wiao  long's  to  live  to  thee  ? 


WHAT  THINK   VE   OF   CHRIST  ? 

1   TT7HAT  think  ye  of  Chriil  ?  is  the  tefl 
V  V      '1  o  try  both  your  flate  and  your 
Ycu  cannot  be  right  in  the  reft,        [fcheme ; 

Unlfcfs  you  chink  rightly  of  him: 
As  Jefus  appears  in  yciir  view. 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  difpofed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 
E 


[     Si     ] 

i  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  moil ; 
Sure  thefe  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themfelvcs  wretched  and  loll; 
So  guilty,  fo  helpiefsam  I, 

I  durft  not  confide  in  his  blood. 
Nor  on  his  protedtion  rely, 

Unlcfs  I  were  fui-e  he  is  Godt 


3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  In  word. 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan ; 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford. 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can : 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 

(  \  little  they  own  they  may  fail) 
7  hey  purpofe  to  make  up  full  weight, 

By  calling  his  name  in  thefcale. 

4  Some  Illle  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  fay  he's  the  fountain  of  )oys; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice. 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  Its  toys; 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kifs. 

And  while  ihey  falute  him  betray; 
Ah  !   what  will  profefuon  like  this 

Avail  in  the  terrible  day  ! 

5  If  afk'd  what  of  Jefus  I  think  ? 

'J  lio'  ftiil  my  bed  thoughts  are  but  poor; 
I  fay  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  hfe,  and  my  ilrength,  and  my  ftorc; 
My  fhepherd,  aiy  huiband,  my  friend, 


[     35     ] 

My  Saviour,  from  fin  and  from  thrall ; 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 
My  portion,  my  Lord  and  my  all. 


THE  rOOLISn  VIRGINS. 

I  "TTTHEN  defcending  from  the  iky, 
VV     The  bridegroom  fliall  appear; 
And  the  folemn  midnight  cry, 
.  Shall  call  profeffors  ntar  ; 
How  the  found  our  hearts  will  damp  ! 

How  will  Ihame  o'erfpread  each  face  ! 
If  we  only  have  a  lamp. 
Without  the  oil  of  grace. 

a  Foolilh  virgins  then  will  wake, 

And  feek  for  a  fupply ; 
But  in  vain  the  painb  they  take 

To  borrow  or  to  buy  : 
Then  with  thofe  they  now  defpife, 

Earnellly  they'll  wifii  to  Ihare  ; 
But  the  bed  ?mong  the  wife, 

Will  have  no  oil  to  fpare. 

3  Wife  arc  they,  and  truly  bleii, 

Who  then  fliall  ready  be  ! 
E«f  defpair  will  feize  the  reft, 

And  dreadful  mifery, 
Once,  they'll  cry,  wc  fcorn'd  no  dcubt, 

Though  in  lies  our  trull  we  put; 
Now  our  lamp  of  hope  is  out, 

The  door  of  mercy  ibut. 


[     SS] 

4  If  they  then  prefume  to  plead, 

*'  Lord  open  to  us  now ; 
We  on  earth  have  heard  and  pray'dj 

And  with  thy  faints  did  bow  :" 
He  will  anfwer  from  his  throne, 

"  Though  you  with  my  people  mix'd. 
Yet  to  me  you  ne'er  were  known, 

Depart,  your  doom  is  fix'd." 

5  O  that  none  who  worfaip  here 

May  hear  the  word  depart ! 
Lord,  imprefs  a  g'odly  fear 

On  each  profeffor's  heart : 
Help  us  Lord,  to  fearch  the  camp, 

Let  us  not  ourfclves  beguile  5 
Trufling  to  a  dying  lamp, 

Without  a  flock  of  gil« 


THE   LEGION  DI  SPOSSESSEB. 

I    T    EGION  was  my  name,  by  nature 
\.j  Satan  rag'd  within  my  breall ; 
Never  mifery  was  greater. 

Never  finner  more  polTefs'd  : 
Mifchievous  to  all  around  me. 

To  myfelf  the  greateft  foe ; 
Thus  I  was  when  Jefus  found  me, 

Fili'd  with  madnefs,  fin,  and  woe, 

£  Yet  in  this  forlorn  condition 

When  he  came  to  fet  me  free  ; 
I  reply 'd  to  my  phjlician» 


[    3r   ] 

"  What  have  I  fo  do  with  thee  r" 
But  he  would  not  be  prevented, 

Refcii'd  me  againft  my  will ; 
Had  he  ftaid  'till  I  confented, 

I  had  been  a  captive  flill. 


"  Satan,  tho*  thou  fain  would'ft  have  it, 

Know  tliis  foul  is  nore  of  thine; 
I  have  filed  my  blood  to  fave  it, 

Now  I  challenge  it  for  mine  ; 
Iho'  it  long  has  thee  refembled. 

Henceforth  it  fhall  me  obey  ;'* 
Thus  he  fpoke,  whiie  Satan  trembled, 

Gnafli'd  his  teethj  and  fled  away. 

Thus  my  frantic  foul  he  healed. 

Bid  my  fins  and  forrows  ceafe; 
"  Take  (faid  he)  my  pardon  fealed, 

I  have  fav'd  thee,  go  in  peace  : 
P>.ather  take  me,  Lord,  to  heaven, 

Now  thy  love  and  grace  I  know  ; 
Since  thou  haft  my  fins  forgiven, 

Why  faould  I  remain  below. 

;  "  Love  (he  faid)  will  fweeten  labours. 

Thou  hall  fomething  yet  to  do ; 
Go  and  tell  your  friends  and  neighbours, 

What  my  love  has  done  for  you  : 
Live  to  manifeft  my  glory  ; 

Wait  for  heav'n  a  little  fpace  : 
Sinners,  when  they  hear  thy  ftory, 

Will  repent  andfeekmy  face," 


[     3S     ] 


BARTIMEUS. 


3  ""^/TERCY,  O  thou  fon  of  David !" 
XVX  Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd; 
Others  by  thy  word  are  faved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid  : 
Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 
But  he  call'd  the  louder  ftill ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
"  Come,  and  afk  me  what  you  will." 


Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

1  ho'  by  begging  ui'd  to  live  ; 
But  he  afic'd,  and  Jcfus  granted 

Alms,  which  none  but  he  could  givej 
"  Ivord  remove  this  grievous  blindnefs, 

Let  my  eyes  beliold  the  day  ;" 
Straight  he  law,  and  won  by  kindnefs, 

Follow  'd  Jefus  in  the  way. 


Oh  !  methlnks  I  hear  him  praifmg, 

Publifhing  to  all  around; 
*'  Friends,  is  not  my  cafe  amazing  ? 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  : 
Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  Imew  him. 

And  w^ould  be  advis'd  by  me ! 
Surely,  would  tliey  haften  to  him, 

He  would  caufc  them  all  to  fee." 


[     39     ] 


THE   BLASTED  yiGTREE. 

jNE  awful  word,  -which  Jefus  fpoke, 
Againil  the  tree  which  bore  no  fruit. 
More  piercing  than  the  iight'ning's  flroke, 
Ekfted  and  dried  it  to  the  root, 

a  But  could  a  tree  the  Lord  offend, 

To  make  him  fhew  his  anger  thus  ? 
He  furely  had  a  farther  end, 
To  be  a  warning-word  to  us. 

3  The  fig-tree  by  its  leaves  was  knows, 

But  having  not  a  fig  to  fiiow ; 
It  brought  a  heavy  fentence  down, 
"  Let  none  hereafter  on  thee  grow." 

4  Too  many,  who  the  gofpel  hear, 

Whom  Satan  blinds  and  fin  deceives, 
We  to  this  fig-tree  may  compare. 
They  yield  no  fruit,  but  only  leaves. 

5  Knowledge,  and  zeal,  and  gifts  and  talk, 

Unlefs  comhin'd  with  faith  and  love, 
And  witnefs'd  by  a  gofpel  walk. 
Will  not  a  true  profeflion  prove. 

6  Without  the  fruit  the  Lord  cxpccfh?, 

Knowledge  will  make  our  ftate  the  worfe 
The  barren  tree  he  fllli  rejeCls, 

Andfoon  willblall  them  wiih  hh  curft. 


[     40     ] 

Jf  O  Lord,  unite  our  hearts  in  pray'f, 
On  each  of  us  thy  fpirit  fend, 
That  we  the  fruits  of  grace  may  bear, 
And  find  acceptance  in  the  end. 


The  two  dizbtors. 

ONCE  a  woman  fiknt  flood. 
While  Jefus  fa:  ac  meat ; 
From  her  eyes  fhe  pour'd  a  flood. 

To  wafh  his  facred  feet. 
Shame  and  w^onderjjoy  and  love, 
All  at  once  poiTefs'd  her  mind  ! 
That  fhe  e'er  fo  vile  fhould  prove. 
Yet  now  fogivenefs  find, 

"  How  came  this  vile  v/oman  here  ? 

Will  Jefus  notice  fuch  ? 
Sure,  if  he  a  prophet  were, 

He  would  difdain  her  touch  !" 
Simon  thus,  v.'iih  fcoruful  heart, 

Slighted  one  v/hom  Jefu?  lov'd, 
But  her  Saviour  took  her  part. 

And  thus  his  pride  reprov'd. 

"  If  two  men  in  debt  were  bound, 

One  iefs,  the  other  more  ; 
Fiffy  or  five  hundred  pound, 

And  both  alike  v/ere  poor  ; 
Should  the   lender  both  forgive, 
•  When  he  fav/  them  both  diftrefs'd  i 


[     41     ] 

Which  of  them  would  you  beh'eve, 
*'  Engag'd  to  love  him  belt  ?" 

4  "  Surely  he  who  much  did  owe,'* 

The  Pharifee  reply'd; 
Then  our  Lord,  "  by  judging  fo, 

Thou  doft  for  her  decide : 
Simon,  if  like  her  you  know, 

How  much  you  forgivenefs  need « 
You  like  her  had  adled  too, 

And  welcom'd  me  indeed, 

5  "  When  the  load  of  fin  is  felt, 

And  much  forgivenefs  known  ; 
Then  the  heart  of  courfe  will  melt, 

Though  hard  before  as  Hone ; 
Blame  not  then,  her  love  and  tears, 

Greatly  fhe  in  debt  has  been  ; 
But  I  have  remov'd  her  fears, 

And  pardon'd  all  her  fin. 

6  When  1  read  this  woman's  cafe, 

Her  love  and  humble  zeal ; 
I  confefs,  with  il^.ame  of  face, 

My  heart  is  made  of  fleel. 
Iviuch  has  been  forgive  to  me, 

Jesus  paid  my  heavy  fcore<j 
"What  a  creature  1  muft  be. 

That  I  can  love  co  more. 


E     42     ] 


THE   WORLDLING. 


I  "  TV/TY  barns  are  full,  my  flores  Incrcafe, 
JLVX  And  now  for  many  years, 
Soul  eat  and  drink,  and  take  thine  cafe. 
Secure  from  wants  and  fears." 


a  Thus,  while  a  worlding  boafled  once. 
As  many  now  perfume  ; 
He  heard  the  Lord  hinifeif  pronounce, 
His  fudden  awful  doom. 


J 


"  This  night,  vahi  fool,  thy  foul  mufi  naf. 

Into  a  world  unknown  ; 
And  who  Ihall  then  the  (lores  pciTefs, 

Which  thou  haft  cali'd  thine  own  ?'* 


4  Thus  blinded  mortals  fondly  fcheme, 

For  happinefs  below  ; 
'Till  death  difturbs  the  pleafing  dream, 
And  they  awake  to  woe. 

5  Ah  !  who  c^n  fpeak  thf  vaft  difmay 

That  fills  the  fmner's  mind, 
When  torn  by  death's  ftrong  hand  aw.-.y, 
He  leaves  his  all  behind. 

6  Wretches  who  cleave  to  earthly  ihings, 

But  are  not  rich  to  God ; 
Thtir  dying  hour  is  full  of  iHngs, 

And  iicU  thcu"  di4ik  i.Louc, 


[     43     ] 

7  Dear  Saviour  make  us  timely  wife, 
Thy  gofpel  to  attend  ; 
That  we  may  live  above  the  fkies, 
When  this  poor  life  fliall  end. 


The  barren  fig-tree, 

1  ^  I  'HE  church  a  garden  is, 

X     In  which  believers  ftand, 
Like  ornamental  trees, 

Planted  by  God's  own  hand  : 
His  fpirit  waters  all  their  roots. 
And  ev'ry  branch  abounds  with  fruits. 

2  But  other  trees  there  are, 

In  this  inclofure  grow ; 
Which,  though  they  proniife  fair. 

Have  only  leaves  to  fhow  : 
No  fruits  of  grace  are  on  them  found, 
They  ftand  but  cumb'rcrs  of  the  ground. 

3  The  under  gard'ner  grieves, 

In  vain  his  flrength  he  fpends, 
For  heaps  of  ufelefs  leaves, 

Afford  him  fmall  amends  : 
He  hears  the  Lord  his  will  make  known, 
To  cut  the  barren  fig-tree  down. 

4  How  difncult  hispoH:, 

What  pangs  his  bowels  move. 
To  find  his  wifhes  crofb'd. 
His  labours  ufekfs  prove  ! 


[     44     ] 

His  lafi:  relief,  his  earnca;  pray'r, 
"  Lord,  fpare  them  yet  another  year, 

<'  Spare  them,  and  let  me  try, 
What  farther  means  may  do  ; 

I'll  frefh  manure  apply, 
ATy  digging  I'll  renew  ; 

Who  knows  but  yet  they  fruit  may  yleld^ 

If  not — 'tis  juil  they  muft  be  feU'd." 

If  under  means  of  grace, 

No  gracious  fruit  appear; 
It  is  a  dreadful  cafe, 

Tho'  God  m^y  long  forbear  ; 
At  length  he'll  ftrike  the  threatened  blow 
And  lay  the  barren  fig-tree  low. 


ZACCIIEUS. 

I    y  ACCHEUS  climb'd  the  tree, 
£^  KvA  thought  himfelf  unknown ; 
But  how  furpriz'd  was  he, 

When  Jefus  cali'd  him  down  ! 
The  Lord  beheld  him,  tho'  conceal'd. 
And  by  a  word  his  pow'r  rcveal'd. 

%  Wonder  and  jay  at  once 

Were  painred  in  his  face  ; 

*'Does  he  ray  name  pronounce. 
And  does  he  know  my  cafe  ? 

Will  Jefus  deign  w^ith  me  to  dine  ? 

Lord,  J,  with  all  I  have,  aui  thine. 


[     -^5     ] 

3  Thus,  where  the  gofpel's  preach'd, 

And  fmners  come  to  hear  : 
The  hearts  of  fome  are  reach'd. 

Before  they  arc  aware  ; 
The  word  direiily  fpeaks  to  them, 
And  fecms  topohit  them  out  byname. 

4  'Tis  curiofity 

Oft  brings  them  in  tlic  way. 
Only  the  man  to  fee, 

And  hear  what  he  can  fay ; 
But  how  the  Tinner  flarts  to  find, 
The  preacher  knows  his  inmofl  mind* 

5  His  long  forgotten  thoughts. 

Are  brought  again  in  view, 
And  all  his  fecret  thoughts 

Reveal'd  in  public  too, 
Tho'  compafs'd  with  a  croud  about, 
The  fearching  word  has  fcuud  him  out. 

6  While  thus  diflreffing  pain 

And  forrow  lills  the  heart  ; 
He  hears  a  voice  again. 

That  bids  his  fears  depart  ; 
Then  like  Zaccheus  he  is  bkll,      « 
And  Jefus  deigns  to  be  his  gucft. 


THE    POOL    OF   B£TH"SD.\. 

^   1>ESIDE  the  gofptl  pool 
i_v   Apr  jinted  for  the  poor ; 


[     46     ] 

From  year  to  year,  my  lieljilcfs  fowl 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 


Z  How  often  have  I  feen 

The  healing  waters  move  ; 
And  others  round  me,  ftepping  Ik 
1  heir  efficacy  prove. 

3  But  my  complaints  remain, 

I  feel  the  very  fame ; 
As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear  and  pain, 
As  when  at  firfl  I  came. 

4  O,  would  the  Lord  appear, 

My  malady  to  heal ; 
He  knows  how  long  I've  languifh'd  here- 
And  what  diftrefs  I  feel. 

5  How  often  have  I  thought, 

Why  fhould  I  longer  lie? 
Surely  the  mercy  I  have  fought 
Is  not  for  fuch  as  I. 


4  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 
There  is  no  other  pool 
Where  ftreams  of  fov'reign  virtue  flow 
To  make  a  finncr  w^hoie. 

7  Here  from  day  to  day, 

I'll  wait  and  hope,  and  try, 
Can  Jefushear  a  fmner  pray, 
Yet  fuffer  liim  to  die  ? 


[     47     ] 

8  N'o  he  is  full  of  grace  ; 
He  never  will  permit 
A  foul  that  fain  woiild  fee  his  fa^c, 
To  perifh  at  his^eet. 


LOVEST    THOU    ME  ? 

ARK,  my  foul !  It  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word, 
Jefus  fpeaks  and  fpeaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  finner,  lov'il  thou  me  ? 


•H 


2,  "  I  delivcr'd  thee  v/hen  bound. 

And  when  wounded;  hcal'd  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  \v;ind'riiig,  fet  thee  right, 
Turii'd  thy  darknds  into  light. 

2  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Ceafe  towards  the  child  fne  bear  ? 
Yes,  ihe  may  forgetful  he. 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unc]^ar';;-ing  love, 
Hij^her  than  the  licigins  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  dcptiis  beneath, 
Fict  and  laiiliful,  itrong  as  dcatii. 

5  "  Thou  ilialt  fee  my  ulory  foon. 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  j 
t  ai  tner  of  my  ihronc  fhail  be, 
g.ivj  pour  iiuncr,  lov'il  thou  lue,  ?'* 


[     48    J 

6  Lord  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 
Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 


ANOTHliR. 


rj 


IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  caufes  anxious  thoughts: 
Do  T  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his  or  am  I  not  ? 


a  If  T  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifelefs  frame  ? 
Hardly  fure,  can  they  be  worfe. 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name  ! 

3  Could  my  heart  fo  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  talk  and  burden  prove  ; 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain. 
If  I  knevir  a  Saviour's  love  ! 

4  When  I  tul^n  my  eyes  within. 

Ail  is  dark)  and  vain,  and  wild  ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  fm. 
Can  I  deem  myfelf  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  1  do  ; 
Yon  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tsll  me^  is  it  thus  with  you  I 


[     49     ] 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  ftuh'jorn  will, 
Find  my  fin  a  grief  and  thralJ ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel. 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

1 7  Could  I  joy  his  faints  to  meet, 
f.  Choofe  the  ways  I  once  abhor'd. 

Find  at  times  the  promife  fweet. 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

I  Lord  decide  the  doubtful  cafe  ! 
Thou  art  thy  people's  fun  ; 
Shing  upon  thy  work  of  grace  , 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  mc  love  thee  nior^j  and  more. 
If  I  love  ac  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before. 
Help  me  to  begin  to  day. 


fZVEK     RELEASED     FHOM     fXiSOii, 

I   I^ERVEJ,!  r  perf^rving  pr.y'r, 
I     i      Are  lauh's  affur'd  relource  ; 
;     Brazen  gates  and  iron  bar^, 
'f        in  vain  witiiiland  their  forte  ; 
..    Peter  when  in  prifon  call, 
,         Thou^'h  by  foidier's  kepf  with  car-  ; 
i-    Thouo-h  rhc  d'vojs  were  b'o'-ted  lal^, 
Was  foca  rcieua'd  by  pray'r. 


[     50     ] 

a  While  he  flcpt,  an  angel  came 

And  fpread  a  light  around  ; 
Touch'd  and  call'd  him  by  his  name. 

And  rais'd  him  from  the  ground  ; 
All  his  chains  and  fetters  burft, 

Ev'ry  door  wide  open  flew  ; 
Peter  thought  he  dream'd,  at  firfl, 

Uut  found  the  vifion  true. 


3  Thus  the  I.ord  can  make  a  way 

To  bring  his  faints  relief  ; 
'Tis  their  part  to  wait  and  pray. 

In  fpite  cf  unbelief  ; 
He  can  break  thro'  walls  cf  {lone, 

Sink  the  mountain  to  a  plain  ; 
1  hey  to  whom  his  name  is  known, 

Can  never  pray  in  vain. 


4  Ihus  In  chains  of  guilt  and  fin. 

Poor  fmners  fleeping  lie  ; 
No  alarm  is  felt  within, 

Although  condemn'd  to  die  ; 
'Till  defcending  from  above 

[Mercy  fmiling  in  his  eyes] 
Jefus,  with  a  voice  of  love 

Awakes  and  bids  them  rife. 


Glad  the  fummons  they  obey, 

And  liberty  dtfire  ; 
Straight  their  fttters  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  fire  ; 
By  the  word  of  him  who  dy'd 


[     51      ] 

Guilty  pris'ners  to  releafc ; 
Ev'ry  door  flies  upon  wide, 
And  they  depart  in  peace. 


THE  TREMBLING  GAOtER. 

AEBIJEVER,  free  from  care, 
May  in  chains  or  dungeons  fing, 
(If  the  Lord  be  with  him  there  " 

And  be  happier  than  a  king 
Paul  and  Silas  thus  confin'd, 

Though  their  backs  v/ere  torn  by  whip". 
Yet  poffeffing  pea.ce  of  mind, 

Sung  his  praife  with  joyful  Up?. 


2  Suddenly  the  prlfon  fliook, 

Open  fltw  the  iron  doors, 
And  the  gaoler,  cerror-ftruck, 

Now  his  captives'  help  implores : 
Trembling  at  their  feet  he  h\\ 

"  Tell  me  firs,  what  muft  I  do 
To  be  fav'd  from  grief  and  hell  ? 

None  can  tell  me  this  but  you." 

3  "  Look  to  Jefus,(they  rrpjy'd) 

If  on  him  thou  canft  believe ; 
By  the  death  that  he  has  dy'd, 

Thou  falvation  {hall  receive: 
While  the  living  word  he  heard, 

Faith  fprung  up  within  his  heart, 
And  releas'd  from  all  he  fcar'd, 

In  their  joy  his  foul  had  part. 


[     52     ] 

4  Sinners,  Chrlft  is  ftill  the  fame, 

O  that  you  could  iikevvife  fear  I 
Then  the  mention  of  his  name 

Would  be  raufic  to  your  ear; 
Jefus  rcfcuL-s  Satan's  Haves, 

His  dear  wouad^s  ilill  plead, "  Forgive !" 
Jefus  to  the  utmcft  favcs 

Sinners  look  on  him  and  live, 


THE   GOOD  THAT   I    WOULD   I   DO  NOT. 

J    T  WOULD  but  cannot  fing, 
-i    Guilt  has  untvti^'d  my  voice; 
The  ferpent  fin's  cnvenom'd  fling. 
Has  poifoii'd  all  my  joys, 

a  I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh 

And  would,  but  cannot  pray, 
for  Satan  meets  me  when  1  try 
And  frights  my  foal  away. 

3  I  would,  but  can't  repent. 

Though  I  endeavour  oft; 
The  ftony  heart  can  ne'er  relent 
'Till  Jefus  makes  it  foft. 

4  I  would  but  cannot  love, 

Though  woo'd  by  love  divine  ; 
No  arguments  have  pow'r  to  move 
A  foul  fo  bale  as  mine. 


[     53     ] 

5  I  would  but  cannot  reft 

In  God's  moft  holy  will ; 
I  know  what  he  appoints  is  beft, 
Yet  murmur  at  it  Hill. 

6  O  could  I  but  believe  ! 

Then  all  would  eafy  be 
I  would  but  carmot — Lord,  relieve  ! 
My  help  muft  come  from  thee. 

7  But  if  indeed  I  would. 

Though  1  can  nothing  do  ; 
Yet  the  defire  is  fomething  good, 
For  which  my  praife  is  due. 

S  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 

'Till  thine  appointed  hour, 
I  was  as  deftitute  of  will, 
As  now  I  am  of  pow'r. 

9  Wilt  thou  not  crown  at  length. 
The  work  thou  haft  begun  ? 
And  with  a  will  afford  me  ftrcngth. 
In  all  thy  ways  to  run, 


SARDIt. 


WRITE  to  Sardis,  (faid  the  Lord) 
And  write  what  he  declares  ; 
He  whofe  fpirit  and  whofe  word 

Upholds  the  feven  ftars  : 
All  thy  works  and  ways  I  fcarcfc, 


[     54     ] 

Find  zeal  and  love  decay'd ; 
Thou  art  call'd  a  living  church, 
But  thou  art  cold  and  dead. 

"  Watch,  remember,  feek  and  ftrlvc  ; 

Exert  thy  former  pains; 
Let  thy  timely  care  revive, 

And  flrengtiien  what  remains; 
Cleanfe  thine  heart,  thy  works  amend, 

Former  times  to  mind  recall. 
Left  my  fudden  ftroke  defcend, 

And  fmitc  thee  once  for  all. 

"  Yet,  I  number  now  in  thee, 

A  few  that  are  upright ; 
Thefe  my  father's  face  Ihall  fee, 

And  walk  witk  me  in  white: 
A^hrn  in  judgment  I  appear, 

They  fcr  mine  fhall  be  confefsMj 
Let  my  faithful  fervants  hear, 

And  v.'oe  be  to  the  reft." 


A  NEW  YEAR  S  THOUGHT  AND  PRATER. 

t   'T^IME  by  moments  fteals  away, 
JL     Firft  the  hour,  and  then  the  day. 
Small  the  daily  lofs  appears, 
Yet  it  foon  amounts  to  years: 
Thus  another  year  is  flywn, 
Now  it  is.  no  more  our  own  ; 
If  it  brought  or  promis'd  good, 
1'han  the  years  before  the  flood. 


[     55     3 

a  But  (may  none  of  us  forget) 
It  has  left  us  much  in  debt ; 
Favours  from  the  Lord  rcccivM 
Sins  that  have  his  fpirit  griev'd^ 
Mark'd  by  an  unerring  hand, 
In  his  book  recorded  ftand; 
"Who  can  tell  the  vaft  amount, 
Plac'd  to  each  of  our  account  ? 


Happy  the  believing  foul ! 
Chrift  for  you  has  paid  the  whole  5 
While  you  own  the  debt  is  large. 
You  may  plead  a  full  difcharge; 
But  poor  careleffi  finner,  fay, 
What  can  you  to  juflice  pay  ? 
Tremble,  leil  when  life  is  paftj 
Into  prifon  you  be  cafl. 

Will  you  ftill  increafe  the  fcorc? 
Still  be  carelefs  as  before  ; 
Oh,  forbid  it,  gracious  Lord, 
'J'ouch  thc'ir  fpirits  by  thy  word, 
Now  in  mercy  to  them  fhow. 
What  a  mighty  debt  they  owe! 
And  their  unbelief  fubdue, 
Lcttham  find  forgivenefs  too. 


Spar'd  to  fee  another  year, 
Let  thy  blefllngs  meet  us  her;  ; 
Come,  thy  dying  work  revive. 
Bid  thy  drooping  garden  thrive ; 
Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  arife  ! 
Warm  our  hearts  and  bUfs  our  cye«! 


[     56     ] 

Let  our  pray'r  thy  bowels  move, 
Make  this  year  a  time  of  love. 


DEATH   AND   WAR. 

I   TT  ARK!  how  time's  wide  founding  bell 
XJ.     Strikes  on  each  attentive  ear  ! 
Tolling  loud  the  folemn  knell 
Of  the  late  departed  year  ; 
Years,  like  mortals  wear  away, 
Have  their  birth  and  dyin<5  day; 
Youthful  fprinj^,  and  wintry  age 
Then  to  others  quit  the  ftage. 

a  Sad  experience  may  relate 

What  a  year  the  lall  has  been  ! 
Crops  of  forrow  have  been  great, 

From  tiie  fruitful  feed=;  oi"  lin  : 
Oh  !  what  numbers  gay  and  blithe, 
FtU  by  death's  unfparing  fcythe  ? 
While  they  thought  the  world  their  own, 
Suddenly  he  mow'd  them  down. 

J   See  how  v/ar,  with  dreadful  {Iride 
Marches  at  the  Lord's  command  ; 
Spreading  defolation  wide. 

Through  a  once  much  lavour'd  land 
War,  with  hearts  and  arms  of  Reel, 
Preys  on  thoufandsat  a  meal, 
Daily  drinking  hvunan  gore, 
Still  he  thirils  and  calls  for  more. 


t  ^1  ] 

4  If  the  God,  whom  we  provoke. 

Hither  fiiould  his  way  dired:, 
"What  a  fin  avenging  ftroke 

May  a  land  like  this  expetl  ! 
They  who  now  I'ecurely  ileep, 
Quickly  then  would  wake  and  weep  ; 
And  too  late,  would  learn  to  fear, 
When  they  faw  the  danger  near. 

5  You  are  fafe  who  know  his  love* 

He  will  all  his  truth  perform  ; 
To  your  fouls  a  refuge  prove, 

From  the  rage  of  ev'ry  llorm  : 
But  we  tremble  for  the  youth  ; 
1  each  them,  Lord,  thy  faving  truth. 
Join  them  to  thy  faithful  few, 
Be  to  them  a  refuge  too. 


PLEADING    rOR,  AND    WITH     YOUTH, 

IN  has  undone  our  wretched  race, 
But  Jefv.s  has  reftor'd. 
And  brought  the  fir.ner  face  to  face 
With  his  forgiving  Lord. 


a  This  we  repeat  from  year  to  year. 
And  prefs  upon  cur  youth  ; 
Lord  give  them  an  attentive  ear, 
Lord  fcive  them  by  thy  truth. 

J   Blefilngs  upon  the  rifmg  race  ! 
Make  tl:i3  an  happy  hoar, 
H 


[     58     ] 

According;  to  thy  richeft  grace, 
And  thine  almighty  pow'r. 

4  We  feel  for  your  unhappy  flatc, 

(M«y  you  regard  it  too) 
And  would  awhile  curfelves  forget, 
To  pour  out  pray'r  for  you. 

5  We  fee,  though  you  perceive  It  not. 

The  approachiug  awful  doom  ; 
O  trembls  at  the  folemn  thought. 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come! 

$  Dear  Saviour,  let  this  new-born  year. 
Spread  an  alarm  abroad  ; 
ArA  cry  in  ev'ry  carelefs  ear, 
"  Prepare  to  meet  thy  God  !" 


PRAV'ER    FOR    CHILDREN. 

I    /^^  RACIOUS  Lord,  our  children  fee, 
VJX   By  thy  mercy  we  are  free  ; 
But,  fliall  thefe  alas!  remain 
Subjedls  flill  of  Satan's  reign  ? 
Ifrael's  young  ones,  when  of  old 
Pharaoh  threat'ned  to  withhold; 
Then  thy  meffenger  faid  "  No  ; 
Let  the  children  alfo  go" 

fe  When  the  angel  of  the  Lord 
Drawing  forth  his  dreadful  fwpid, 


[     59     ] 

Slew  with  an  avenging  hand, 
All  the  firft-born  of  the  land  : 
Then  thy  people's  doors  he  pafs'd. 
Where  the  bloody  fign  was  plac'd  ; 
Hear  us  now  upon  our  knees, 
Plead  the  blood  of  Chrift  for  thefe  ! 

Lord  we  tremble  for  we  know 
How  the  fierce  malicious  foe, 
Wheeling  round  his  watchful  flight, 
Keeps  them  ever  in  his  fight : 
Spread  thy  pinions,  King  of  kings  ! 
Hide  them  fi.fe  beneath  thy  wings ; 
Left  the  rav'nous  birds  of  prey 
Stoop,  and  bear  the  brood  away. 


Wfe   ARE   AMBA  SSADORS  FOR   CHRTJT 

t  npHY  meflage,  by  the  preacher,  feal, 
X     And  let  thy  pow'r  be  known  ; 
That  ev'ry  finner  here  may  feel 
The  worcl  is  not  his  own. 

t-  Amorgft  the  foremofl.  of  the  throng 
Who  dtr'd  thee  to  thy  face, 
He  in  rebellion  ftood  too  long. 
And  fought  againft  thy  grace. 

$  But  grape  prevaird,.he  mercy  fcund,^ 
And  now  by  thcc  is  fent, 
To  tell  his  fellow-rebels  round, 
And  call  them  to  repent. 


[     60     ] 

4  In  Jefus,  God  Is  reconcU'd, 

The  word  may  be  forgiv'n  ; 
Come,  and  he'll  own  you  as  a  child, 
And  make  you  heirs  of  heav'n. 

5  Oh  may  the  word  of  gofpel  truth 

Your  chief  deiires  engage  ; 
And  Jefus  be  your  guide  in  youth. 
Your  joy  in  hoary  age. 

6  Perhaps  the  year  that's  now  begun, 

Alay  prove  to  fome  their  laft ; 
The  fands  of  life  may  foon  be  run. 
The  day  of  grace  be  paft. 

7  Think  if  you  flight  this  embafly, 

And  will  not  warning  take  ; 
When  Jefus  in  the  clouds  you  fee, 
Vr'hat  anfwer  will  you  make  ? 


?AU1.  S   lAREAVEL  CHAaCl. 


X  "TTTHEN  Paul  was  parted  from  hi»  friendl 
VV      It  was  a  weeping  day  ; 
But  Jefus  made  them  all  amends, 
Aud  vvip'd  their  tears  away. 

2  Ere  long  they  met  again  with  joy, 
(Secure,  no  more  to  part) 
Where  praifes  ev'ry  tongue  emploj, 
And  pl^^afurc  filU  c&ch  heart. 


Jt  Thus  all  the  preachers  of  his  grace 
Their  children  focn  fliall  meet ; 
Together  fee  their  Saviour's  face, 
And  worlhip  at  his  feet. 

^  But  they  who  heard  the  word  in  vain. 
Though  oft  and  plainly  warn'd  ; 
Will  trciiible  when  they  meet  again, 
The  miniflers  they  fcorn'd. 

5  On  your  own  heads  your  blood  will  fall 
If  any  perifli  here  ; 
The  preachers  who  have  told  you  all, 
Shall  Hand  approv'd  and  clear. 

tf>  Yet,  Lord  to  fave  themfelves  alone. 
Is  not  their  utmofl  view  ; 
Oh  !  hear  their  pray'r  their  mefiage  ow», 
And  fave  their  hearers  too. 


{■RAISE   roa  THE  INCARNATION. 

I   Q«  WEETER  founds  than  mufic  knows, 
O    Charm  me  in  Emmanuel's  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  fpirit  owes 

To  his  birth,  and  crofs,  and  fhame. 

%  When  he  came  the  angels  fung, 
"Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ;" 
liOrd  unloofe  my  ilamm'ring  tongufj 
"VVho  iliall  louder  Ung  than  I  ? 


[     62     ] 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  liccome, 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfill. 
Bleed  and  fufFer  in  my  room, 

And  canfl  thou  my  tongue  be  ftiil  ? 

4  Noj  I  muft  my  praifes  bring, 

The'  they  worthlefj  are  and  weak  ; 
For,  fhould  I  refufe  to  fing, 

Sure  the  very  ftones  would  fpeak. 

5  O  my  Saviour,  fliield  and  fun. 

Shepherd,  brother,  hufband,  friend, 
Ev'ry  precious  name  in  one, 
I  will  love  thee  without  end. 


TH2   CT.0  3"   OF  THE   TEAR. 

I   'T'"^I-IE  Lord  our  falvatlon  and  light, 

X      1  he  guide  and  the  ftrength  of  our  days. 
Has  brought  us  together  to-night, 
A  new  Eber.ezer  to  rail'e. 

The  year  vv'e  have  nov/  paiTed  through, 
His  goodnefs  with  bleiilngs  has  crown'd 

Each  morning  his  mercies  v/ere  new. 
Then  let  our  ihanldgivings  abound, 

a  Encompafs'd  with  dangers  and  fnare?. 

Temptations,  and  fears,  and  complaints; 
His  ear  he  inclin'd  to  our  pra)  'rs. 

His  hand  op'.:n'd  wide  to  our  wants; 


[     63     ] 

We  never  befouglu  him  in  vain, 
When  burden'd  with  forrow  or  fin. 

He  help'd  us  again  Jind  again, 

Or  where  before  now  had  we  been  i 


$  HIf>  gofpel  throughout  the  long  year. 
From  fiibbatli  to  fabbath  he  gave  ; 
How  oft  has  he  me:  with  us  here. 
And  fhewn  himfelf  mighty  to  fave  ? 

His  candltllick  has  been  rcmov'd 
From  churches  once  privileg'd  thus  ; 

But  though  we  unworthy  have  prcv'd 
It  ftill  is  contiuu'd  to  us. 


4  For  fo  many  mercies  receiv'd, 

Alas  !  what  returns  have  we  made? 
His  fplrit  we  often  have  gritv'd, 
And  evil  for  good  have  repaid  ; 

Kow  well  it  becomes  U5  to  cry, 
'•  Oh,  who  is  a  God  like  to  thee  ? 

Who  pafies  iniquities  by, 

And  plungefl  them  deep  in  the  fca  ?" 

5  To  Jefus  who  fits  on  the  throne, 

Our  beft  hallelujalis  wc  bring  ; 
To  thte  it  is  owing  alone, 

1  hat  we  are  permitted  to  fing  : 

Afuft  us,  we  pray,  to  lament 
"ihe  fins  of  tlie  year  that  is  pad; 


[     64    ] 

And  grant  that  the  next  may  be  fpent 
Par  more  to  thy  praife  than  the  lali. 


THE  LORD  S  DA.T 

I   TTOW  welcome  to  the  faints  when  prefs'd 
X  X   With  fix  days*  noife  and  care  and  toil, 
Is  the  returning  day  of  reft, 

Which  hides  them  from  the  world  a  whil» 

1  Now  from  the  throng  withdrawn  away. 
They  feem  to  breathe  a  difF'rent  air ; 
Compos'd  and  foften'd  be  the  day. 
All  things  another  afpcd:  wear. 

3  How  happy  if  their  lot  is  caft, 

Where  the  ftately  gofpel  founds  ! 
The  world  is  honey  to  their  tafte,    [wounds! 
Renews  thtir  ftrength,    and    heals    their 

4  Tho'  pinch'd  wirh  poverty  ?.t  home 

With  {harp  aftlidlion  daily  fed; 
It  makes  aiiends  if  they  can  come 

To  God's  own  houfe  forheav'niy  bread: 

5  Wirh  joy  tliey  haften  to  the  place, 

Where  they  their  Saviour  oft  had  met; 
And  while  they  I'eaft  upon  his  grace, 
Their  burdens  and  their  griefs  forget. 

6  This  favour'd  lot,  my  friends,  is  ours. 

May  we  the  uriviletie  improve; 


[     65     ] 

And  find  thefe  confecrated  hours, 
Sweet  earnefts  of  the  joys  aboie  ! 

7  We  thank  thee  for  thy  day,  O  Lord, 
Here  we  thypromis'd  proience  feefe- 
Open  thine  hand  with  blcflings  ftor'd,  ' 
And  give  us  manna  for  the  week. 


PRAYER   roR  A    REVIVAL. 

I    q AVIOUR  vifit  thy  plantation, 
>vJ   Grant  us.  Lord  a  gracious  rain  ? 
All  will  come, to  defolation, 
Unlcfs  thou  return  again  : 

Keep  no  longer  at  a  diilance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  hieh  ; 

Left,  for  want  of  thine  affiftaiice, 
EvVy  plant  il^ould  droop  and  die. 

a  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourifii'd, 
Ev'ry  part  lock'd  gay  and  green  : 
Then  thy  word  our  fpirits  nourifh'd, 
Happy  feafons  we  have  feen  ! 

But  a  drought  has  fince  fuccccdtd, 

And  a  lad  decline  we  fee  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 

Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Where  are  thofe  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth? 


[     65     ] 

Old  profcflbrs,  tall  as  cedars, 

Bright  examples  to  our  youth  ? 

Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted. 
We  fhall  meet  no  more  below  ; 

Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 
^btarcca  fmgle  leaf  they  ihow, 

4  Younger  plants — the  fight  how  pleafant, 

Covei'd  thick  with  blofToms  ftood  ; 
But  ihey  caufe  us  grief  at  prcfent, 

FroHs  have  nipp'd  them  in  their  budi 

Dcareft  Saviour  haften  hither, 

'i  hou  canil  make  them  bloom  again  ; 

Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  ail  our  hopes  be  \ain  ! 

5  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  U3  prevalent  in  prayr's  ; 
Let  each  one  efteem'd  thy  fervant, 
Shun  the  world^s  bewitching  fnarcs: 

Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  flony  heart  to  fiefti : 

And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
I'o  revive  thy  work  afreih. 


CHRIST   cRUCiFi::n 


X   TTTHEN  on  the  crofs,  my  Lord  I  fee, 
V  V       iJ>ceding  to  dsath  lo*  wrctciied  ai«. 


[     67     ] 

fatan  and  fiu  no  more  can  move, 
For  I  am  all  transform'd  to  lore. 

2  His  thorns  and  nails,  plercM  thro*  my  henrt. 
In  ev'ry  groan  1  bear  a  part; 

I  view  his  wounds  with  ftreaming  eyes, 
But  fee  !  he  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

3  Come,  finncrs,  view  the  Lr.mb  of  God, 
Wounded  and  dead,  andbath'd  in  blood  j 
Behold  his  fide  and  venture  near, 

The  well  of  endJefs  life  is  here. 

4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains  ; 

I  drink;  yet  ftill  my  thirft  remains  ; 
Only  the  fountain  head  above. 
Can  fatisfy  the  thirft  of  love. 

i  Oh,  that  I  thus  could  always  feel  ! 
Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal! 
'I  hen  my  glad  tcrgue  Ihall  Irud  proclaim 
The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  name. 

i  Thy  name  difpels  my  guilt  and  fear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  charms  my  ear  ; 
Milords  a  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
And  i^^atan  trembles  at  the  found. 


IT    »S    GO-^D     TO    BE     HERE. 

I   T    ET  me  dwell  on  Golgotha, 
J— i     Weep  and  love  my  Ijfe  away  ! 


t     68      ] 

■\;^'"hile  I  fee  him  on  the  tree, 
Weep,  and  bleed,  and  die  for  mc  ! 

t  That  dear  blood  for  fmners  fpilt, 
Shews  my  fin  in  all  itsguiU: 
Ah,  my  foul,  he  bore  the  load, 
1  hou  hail  flain  the  Lamb  of  God. 

3  Hark  !  his  dying  word,  "  Forgive, 
Father,  let  the  fmner  live  : 
Sinner  wipe  thy  tears  away, 

1  thy  ranfom  freely  pay." 

4  While  I  hear  this  grace  reveal'd  ; 
And  obtain  a  pardon  feal'd, 

All  my  foft  aiFedlions  move, 
Waken'd  by  the  force  cf  love. 

5  Farewel  world,  thy  gold  Is  drofs  ; 
Now  I  fee  the  bleeding  crofb ; 
Jcfus  dy'd  to  fee  me  free 

Fxom  the  law,  and  fin  and  thee  I 

4  He  has  dearly  bought  niy  foul, 
Liord,  accept  and  claim  the  whole  ! 
I'o  thy  will  I  all  rcfign, 
Now,  iio  more  my  own,  but  thiuc. 


LOOKING    AT    THE     CR'SI. 


I    TN  evil  long  1  took  delight, 
J.     Uiiaw'J  by  fliiiiic  Of  ftar  j 


[     69     ] 

'Till  a  new  objcA  flruck  iny  (li'lif, 
And  ftopt  my  wild  Career. 

1  1  faw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agonies  and  blood; 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  mc. 
As  near  his  crofs  I  flood. 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  latefl  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  fecm'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Tho'  not  a  word  he  fuoke, 

4  My  confcience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

Andplung'd  me  in  dtfpair  ; 

I  faw  my  fins  his  blood  had  fpilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 
Where  ihallmy  trembling  foul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  flain, 

«  A  fecond  look  he  gave,  which  faid, 
'•  I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ranfom  paii^, 
I'll  die  that  thou  may'fl  live." 

7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  fins  d'Suhji, 
In  all  its  blacked  hue; 
(Such  is  the  myflcTY  of  gr.icc) 
it  ftals  my  pardoi;  tou. 


L    ro    ] 

t  With  plcafing  grief  an«l  mournful  joy. 
My  fpirit  now  is  fillM, 
1  hat  I  fhouldfuch  a  life  deftrcy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 


THE  WORD  MORE  PRECIOUS  THAN   GOLD. 

I   "pRECIOUS  Bible!  what  a  trcafure 
X        Does  the  word  of  God  afford ! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleafure, 

Food  and  med'cine,  fhield  and  fword  ; 
Let  the  world  account  me  poorj 
Having  this  I  need  no  more. 

t  Feed  to  which  the  world's  a  flranger. 
Here  my  hungry  foul  enjoys  ; 

Of  excefs  there  is  no  dangt  r, 
Tho'  it  fills,  it  never  c'.oy?; 

On  a  dying  Chrift  I  feed, 

He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed ! 

$  When  my  faith  is  faint  and  fickly, 
Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind  j 

Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 
Healing  med'cincs  here  I  find: 

To  thcpromifes  1  flee. 

Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield ; 
For  the  word  of  confolation 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  fhickl ; 


[    i-i    ] 

While  the  fcrinture-truths  are  fute, 
I  rum  hib  malice  I'm  IlwUi  e. 

5   Vain  his  threats  to  ovcccme  me. 
When  I  take  the  fpirit's  fvvord  ; 
Thzn  with  eal'e  I  diive  him  from  mG» 

Satan  tiembies  at  the  word  ; 
'  ris  a  fword  for  conquefl:  niade, 
Keen  the  edge,  and  ilrong  the  biad«. 

<)  Shall  T  envy  then  the  mifcr, 
Doatiijg-  on  his  golden  flore  ? 

Sure  I  am,  or  fhould  be  vvifer, 
I  am  rich,  'tio  he  is  poor  ; 

Jelus  gives  mc  in  his  word, 

1  ood  ai:d  mcd'tine,  fliiuld  aud  fvVord, 


CONFilSSION    AND    PRAYER. 

H  may  the  pow'r  which  melts  the  reck 
lie  felt  by  all  aflaiibled  lieic! 
,0r  elfe  our  I'ervice  will  but  mock 
Ihe  God  whom  we  profcfs  to  fear  ! 

2   L  ;rd,  while  thy  judgments  fiiake  the  land, 
The  people's  eyes  are  fi.v'd  on  thee  ! 
We  own  thy  juft  uplifted  hand, 

Winch  thoufands  cannot,  will  not  fee. 

2   How  long  haft  thou  beftow'd  thy  care 
On  thi.  iud'jlg'd  uiigia.clui  i[oi. ; 


[     72     ] 

IVhile  other  nations,  far  and  near. 
Have  envy'd  and  admir'd  our  lot, 

4  Here  peace  and  liberty  have  dwelt, 

'I  he  glorious  gofpel  brightly  fhone  ; 
And  oft  our  enemies  have  felt, 

That  God  has  made  our  caufe  Kit  own. 

5  But  ah  !  both  heav'n  and  earth  have  heard 

Our  vile  requital  of  his  love  I 
We,\yhoni  like  children  he  has  rear'd, 
Rebels  againfl  his  goodnefs  prove. 

6  His  grace  defpis'd,  his  pow'r  defy'd, 

And  legions  of  the  blackefl  crimes  ; 
Profanenefs,  riot,  lull  and  pride. 

Are  figns  that  mark  the  prefent  times. 

7  The  Lord  difpleas'd  has  rais'dhis  rod, 

Ah,  where  are  now  the  faithful  fevy 
Who  tremble  for  the  ark  cf  God, 
And  know  what  Ifrael  ought  to  do. 

%  Tord  hear  thy  people  ev'ry  where, 

Who  meet  to  mourn,  confefs  and  pray ; 
"3  he  nation  ^nd  thy  churches  fparc, 
And  let  thy  wrath  be  turn'd  away. 


THi:   HTDINS   I'i.ACE. 


I    OEE  the  gloomy  gathVJrr  cj.ud, 
O      Hanj^inp-  o\r  a  finful  land  ! 


[     75     ] 

Sure  the  Lord  proclaims  aloud, 
Times  of  trouble  are  at  hand ; 

Happy  they  who  love  his  name  ! 
They  fhall  always  find  him  near ; 

Tho'  the  earth  were  wrapt  in  flame. 
They  have  no  juft  caufe  for  fear. 


Hark  !  his  voice  in  accents  mild, 

(Oh,  how  comforting  and  fweet) 
Speaks  to  ev'ry  humble  child, 

Pointing  out  a  furc  retreat ! 
"  Come,  and  in  my  chambers  hide, 

To  my  faints  of  eld  well  known- 
There  you  fafely  may  abide, 

Till  the  llorm  be  overblown. 


"  You  have  only  to  repofe 

On  my  vi^ifdom,  love  and  care  ; 
When  my  wrath  confumes  my  fr-es, 

Mercy  fhall  my  children  fparc  ; 
While  they  perifli  in  the  flood, 

You  that  bear  my  holy  mark. 
Sprinkled  with  atoning  blood, 

Shall  be  fafe  within  the  ark." 


4  Sinners,  fee  the  ark  prepar'd  f 

Hafle  to  enter  while  there's  room ; 

Tho'  the  Lord  Iiis  arm  has  bar'd, 
Mercy  ftill  retards  your  doom  ; 

Seek  him  while  there  yet  is  hope. 
Ere  the  day  of  grace  be  paft, 


[     74     ] 

IjcH:  in  wrath  he  gives  you  up, 
And  this  call  Ihall  prove  your  h 


THE  TOLLING  BELL, 

^FT  as  the  bell  with  folemn  ttll, 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  foui, 
.Let  each  one  aflc  hirnfelf,  "  Am  I 
Prepar'dj  fhould  1  be  call'd  to  die  ?'* 

2  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Prefer  ves  me  frcm  the  jaws  of  death  ; 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then  leaving  all  I  lov'd  below. 
To  God's  tribunal  I  mull  go  ; 

Mull  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fatc> 
And  lis  my  everlafiing  flatc. 

4  But  could  I  bear  to  hear  him  fay, 
♦'  Depart,  accurfed,  far  aw  ay  ! 
With  Satan  J  in  the  lowefl  hell, 
Thou  art  forever  doom'd  to  dwell.'* 

5  Lord  Jefus !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  feek  my  hope  alone  in  thee  ; 
A-pply  thy  blood,  thy  fpirit  give, 
Subdue  my  fin,  luad  let  me  live. 

^  'Then,  when  the  folemn  bell  I  hear, 
-Jf  fav'd  from  guilt  I  need  not  fear  j 


[  «  ] 

Nor  would  the  thought  diflrefling  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 

7  Rather  my  fpirit  would  rejoice, 
And  long  and  wifh  to  hear  thy  voice ; 
Glad  when  it  bids  me  earth  refign, 
Secure  of  hcav'n  if  thou  art  mine, 


THE   GREAT  TRIBUNAL. 

I    TOHN,  in  a  viUcn,  faw  the  day 

J       When  the  Judge  will  haften  down  ; 
Heav'n  and  earth  fhaUflee  away 

From  the  terror  of  his  frown  ; 
Dead  and  living,  fmall  and  grear, 

Raifed  from  the  earth  and  fea  ; 
At  his  bar  fliall  hear  their  fate. 

What  will  then  become  of  me? 

a  Can  I  bear  his  awful  looks  ? 

Shall  I  (land  in  judgment  then, 
When  I  fee  the  opened  books, 

Written  by  the  Almighty's  pen  ? 
If  he  to  remembrance  bring. 

And  expofe  to  public  view, 
Ev'ry  work  and  fecrct  thing  : 

Ah,  my  foul,  what  can'fl  thou  do  ? 

$  When  the  lift  fliall  be  produc'd 
Of  the  talents  I  enjoy 'd  : 
Means  and  mercies  how  abus'd 

Time  and  flrength  how  mifemploy'd : 


[    re   ] 

y 

Confcience  then  compell'd  to  read, 
Mufl  allow  the  charge  is  true  : 

Say,  my  foul,  v.'hat  canft  thou  plead, 
In  that  hour,  what  wilt  thou  do  ? 

But  the  book  of  life  I  fee, 

May  my  name  be  written  there; 
Then  from  guilt  and  danger  free, 

Glad  I'll  meet  him  in  the  air  : 
That's  the  book  I  hope  to  plead, 

Tis  the  gofpel  open'd  wide; 
Lord,  I  am  a  v/retch  indeed  ! 

I  have  finn*d,  but  thou  haft  dy'jd. 

Now  my  foul  knows  what  to  do ; 

Thus  I  fhall  with  boldnefs  ftand, 
Number'd  with  the  faithful  few, 

Own'd  and  fav'd  at  thy  right  hand; 
If  thou  help  a  feeble  worm 

To  believe  thy  promife  now; 
Jufticc  will  at  lafl:  confirm 

What  thy  mercy  wrought  below. 


THUNDER. 

I  "TTTHEN  a  black  o'erfpreadlng  cloud 
VV       Has  darken'd  all  the  air ; 
And  peals  of  thunder  roaring  loud, 
Proclaim  the  tempeft  near. 

%  Then  guilt  and  fear,  the  fruits  of  fin, 
'i  he  finncr  oft  purfue  j 


[     ?7     ] 

A  louder  florm  is  heard  within, 
And  confcience  thunders  too. 


5  The  law  a  fiery  language  fpcaks, 

His  danger  he  perceives; 

Like  Satan  who  his  ruin  feeks. 

He  trembles  and  believes. 

4  But  when  the  iky  ferene  appears, 

And  thunders  roll  no  more; 
He  foon  forgets  his  vows  and  fears, 
Jufl  as  he  did  before. 

5  But  whither  fhall  the  finner  flee. 

When  nature's  mighty  frame. 
The  pond'rous  earth,  and  air,  audfdfl, 
Shall  all  diiTolve  in  flame, 

6  Amazing  day  !  it  comes  apace, 

The  judge  is  haft'ning  down ! 
Will  flnners  bear  to  fee  his  face,  * 

Or  Hand  before  his  frown. 

y  Lord,  let  thy  mercy  find  a  way 
To  touch  each  flubborn  heart ; 
7  hat  they  may  never  hear  thee  fay, 
"  Ye  curfed  ones  depart." 

8  Believers  you  may  well  rejoice  ! 
The  thunder's  loudeft  flrains, 
Should  be  to  you  a  welcome  voice. 
That  tells  you,  "  Jcfus  reigns!'* 


[     73     ] 


eXPOSTULATION, 

^■yO  words  can  declare, 
No  fancy  can  paint, 
What  rage  and  defpair 

What  hopelefs  complaint. 
Fill  Satan's  dark  dwelHng, 

The  prifon  beneath ; 
What  weeping  and  waiiing, 
And  gnafhing  of  teeth  ! 

a  Yet  finners  will  choofe 

This  dreadful  abode, 
Each  madly  purfues 

The  dangerous  road  ; 
Though  God  gives  them  warning^. 

They  onward  will  go, 
They  anfwer  with  fcorning, 

And  rulh  upon  woe. 

3  How  fad  to  behold 

The  rich  and  the  poor. 
The  young  and  the  old. 

All  blindly  fecure  ! 
All  polling  to  ruin, 

Refiifmv  to  ftcp ; 
Ah  !  think  what  you're  doln  j. 

While  yet  there  is  hope  1 

4  How  wealc  is  your  hand, 

To  Jlj^ht  with  the  Lord  ! 
How  can  you  withftand 
The  eilg-e  of  his  fvvord  ! 


[     79     ] 

What  hope  of  efcaping 
For  thofe  who  oppofc, 

When  hell  is  wide  gaping 
To  fwallow  his  foes ! 

5  How  oft  have  you  dar'd 

The  Lord  to  his  face  : 
Yet  ftiil  you  are  fpar'd 

To  hear  of  his  grace : 
Oh  pray  for  repentance, 

And  life-giving  faith  ; 
Before  the  jufi.  fcncence 

Confign  you  to  deatli.- 

6  It  IS  not  too  late 

To  Jefus  to  fiee, 
His  mercy  is  great. 

His  pardon  is  free  ! 
His  blood  has  fuch  virtue 

For  all  that  believe. 
That  nothing  can  hurt  you^ 

If  him  you  receive. 


AT- ARM. 


STOP,  poor  fmners !  flop  and  thini: 
Before  you  farther  go  ! 
Will  you  fport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlafting  woe  ? 
Once  again  I  charge  you  (lop! 
For  unlefs  you  warning  take. 


[    80     ] 

Ere  you  are  aware,  you  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake ! 


Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  v/ill  oppofe  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  youfland  in  that  dread  day ; 

When  he  judgment  fliall  proclaim, 
And  the  earth  fliall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  fiame  ? 


3  Pale-fac'd  death  will  quickly  come 

To  drag  you  to  his  bar 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  defpair  : 
All  your  iins  will  round  you  crowd. 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimfon  dye ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud; 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

4  Tho'  your  heart  be  made  of  fleel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brafs  ; 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  p?.fs: 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Tho'  they  now  dcfpife  his  grace) 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 


A 


But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope 
You  may  his  mercy  know ; 


[     81      ] 

Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 
He  Hill  forbears  the  blow  . 

Twas  for  finners  Jefus  dy'd, 
Shiners  he  invites  to  com^ ; 

None  who  come  fiial]  be  deny'd. 
He  fays, "  there  flill  is  room." 


PREPARE    TO    MEET     GOD, 

SINNER,  are  you  ilill  fecure  ? 
Wilt  thou  ftill  reiufe  to  pr:iy  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 
See  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd  ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 
For  his  judg!nent  Hand  prepar'd, 
Thou  muil  either  break  or  bow. 


fl  At  his  prefence  nature  ihakes, 

Earth  affriglited  haues  to  flee  j 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 

What  will  tb.en  become  ef  thee  ? 
Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  fname, 
"Will  you  iind  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flam« 

3  Then  the  great,  the  rich,  the  wife. 
Trembling,  guilty,  feifcondemn'd 
Mull  ])ehoid  the  wrathful  eyes 

Of  the  Judge  they  once  blaf^-hem'd  : 
L 


[     82     ] 

Where  are  now  their  haughty  looltl, 
Oh,  their  horror  and  defpair  ! 

When  they  fee  the  open'd  book?. 
And  their  dreadful  fentence  hear. 

Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace  ! 

Soon  we  maft  refign  our  breath  j 
And  our  fouls  be  call'd  to  pafs 

Thro'  the  iron  gate  of  death  ; 
Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Liften  to  the  gofpel  voice  ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above 

Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

Oh  !  when  flefn  and  heart  fliall  fail, 

Let  thy  love  our  fpirits  cheer ; 
J:trengthen'd  thus,  we  fhall  prevail 

Over  Satan,  fin  and  fear  ; 
Trufting  in  thy  precious  name. 

May  we  thus  our  journey  end  : 
Then  our  foes  fliall  lofe  their  aim. 

And  the  judge  will  be  our  friend. 


THE    BURDENED    SINNER. 

I      AH,  what  can  I  do, 
_c\.  O^  where  be  fecure  ! 
If  juftice  purfue 

What  heart  can  endure 
The  heart  breaks  afunder, 

Tho'  hard  as  a  done. 
When  God  fpeaks  in  thunder. 

And  mckcs  himfeif  known. 


[     83     ] 


"With  terror  I  read 

My  fin's  heavy  fcorc, 
The  numbers  exceed 

The  fands  on  the  fliore ; 
Guilt  makes  me  unable 

To  fland  or  to  flee 
So  Cain  murder'd  Abel, 

And  trembled  like  mc. 


Each  fin,  like  his  blood. 

With  a  terrible  cry. 
Calls  loudly  on  God 

To  ftrike  from  on  high 
Nor  can  my  repentance, 

Extorted  by  fear, 
Reverfe  the  juft  fentence, 

'Tis  juft,  tho'  fevere. 


The  cafe  is  too  plain, 

I  have  my  own  choice  ; 
Again  and  again 

I  flighted  his  voice  ; 
His  warnings  negle&ed. 

His  patience  abus'd 
Hisgofpcl  rejefted, 

His  mercy  refus'd. 


And  mull  I  then  go, 
For  ever  to  dwell 

!n  torments  and  woe 
Wirh  devils  in  l.cU  ! 

Oh  where  is  the  Saviour 


[     84     ] 

I  fcorn'd  in  times  paft  j 
His  word  in  my  favour 
Would  fave  me  at  laft« 

6  Lord  Jefus  on  thee 

I  venture  to  call, 
O  look  upon  me 

The  vileilof  all; 
For  whom  didft  thou  languilh, 

And  bleed  on  the  tree  ? 
O  pity  my  anguifli ; 

/^nd  fay,  *'  '  Fvvas  for  thee." 

7  A  cafe  fuch  as  mine 

Will  honour  thy  pow'r, 
/•nd  hell  will  repine, 

All  heaven  adore; 
If  in  condemnation 

Strid  juftice  takes  place, 
It  Ihines  in  falvation 

More  glorious  thro'  grace. 


INVITATION. 

SINNER,  hear  the  Saviour's  call. 
He  now  is  pafiing  by; 
He  has  feen  thy  grievous  thrall, 
And  heard  thy  m-ournful  cry  ; 
He  has  pardons  to  impart, 

Grace  to  fave  thee  from  thy  fears. 
See  the  love  that  fills  his  heart, 
Aiid  %Y)pes  away  thy  tears. 


[     85     ] 

ft  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come 

And  tell  him  all  thy  cafe  ? 
He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 

Nor  frown  thee  froni  his  face  : 
Wilt  thou  fear  Ernhianriel  ? 

Wilt  thou  dread  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who,  to  fave  thy  foul  from  from  hell, 

Has  (lied  his  precious  blood  ? 


Think,  how  on  the  crofs  he  hung 

Pierced  with  a  thoufand  wounds, 
Hark,  from  each  as  with  a  tongue, 

The  voice  of  pardon  founds  ! 
See  from  all  his  burfting  veins, 

Blood  of  wcnd'rous  virtue,  flow  } 
Shed  to  vvaOi  awjy  thy  ftains. 

And  ranfcm  thee  from  woe. 


Though  his  majefty  be  great 

His  mercy  is  no  lefs  ; 
Though  he  thy  tranfgrcflions  hates. 

He  feels  for  thy  diftrefs : 
By  himfelf  the  Lord  has  fworn. 

He  delights  not  in  thy  death, 
But  invites  thee  to  return. 

That  thou  mayePc  live  by  faith. 


Raife  thy  downcaft  eyes  and  fee 
What  throngs-his  throne  furround! 

Tliefe,  tho'  fmners  once  like  thee, 
Have  full  falvation  found  ; 

Yield  not  thi-n  to  uubtliel! 


[     86     ] 

While  he  fays,  "  There  yet  is  room  ;* 
Tho'  of  finners  thou  art  chief. 
Since  Jefus  calls  thee,  come. 


KNCOURAGEMENT. 

I   TV /fY  foul  is  befet 

XVjtL  With  grief  and  difmay, 
I  owe  a  vaft  debt 
And  nothing  can  pay  : 
I  muft  go  to  prifon, 
Unlefs  that  dear  Lord, 
Who  dy'd  and  is  rifen, 
His  pity  afford. 

Z  The  death  that  he  dy'd. 
The  blood  that  he  fpik, 
To  finners  apply'd, 
Difcharge  from  all  guilt : 
This  great  intercefibr 
Can  give  if  he  pleafe. 
The  vileft  tranfgreflbr 
Immediate  releafe. 


BEHOLD    THE  MAN. 


YE  that  pEfs  by  behold  the  man, 
1  he  man  of  o^ri^f  condemn'd  for  roa ; 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  finner's  flain, 
Weeping  to  Calvary  purfue, 


C      8?      ] 


a  His  facred  limbs  they  flretch,  they  tear, 
With  nails  they  fallen  to  the  v/ood — 
His  facred  limbs  expos'd  and  bare, 
Or  only  cover'dwith  his  blood. 


See  there  !  his  temples  crown'd  with  thorns, 

His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide  ; 
.His  ftreaming  feet  transfix'd  and  torn, 
1  he  fountain  gufhing  from  his  fide. 


4  Thou  dear,  thou  fufFeringSon  of  God, 
How  doth  thy  heart  to  finners  move  I 
Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 
And  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love ! 


5  The  earth  could  to  her  centre  quake, 
Convuls'd  when  her  Creator  died  ; 
O  may  our  inmoft  nature  fnake, 
And  bow  with  Jefus  crucified ! 


At  thy  laft  gafp  the  graves  difplay'd 
Their  horrors  to  the  upper  Qcies  ; 

O  that  our  fouls  migl^t  burfc  the  fhads 
And  quicken'd  by  thy  death,  arife  ! 


7  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death, 
And  tremble,  and  afunder  part ; 
Oh  renil,  with  thy  expiring  breath, 
i  he  harder  marble  of  our  hfsrt. 


[     88     ] 

JORERUNNEU    xlND    TGVXDATION    0» 
OUR    HOPE. 

1  TESUS  the  Lord,  cur  fouls  adore, 
^    A  painful  fulferer  now  no  more ; 
High  on  his  Father's  throne  he  reigns 
O'er  earth  andheavcn'bcxttnfive  plains. 

2  His  race  for  ever  is  complete, 
Forever  undifiurb'd  his  feat ; 
Jvlyriads  of  angels  round  him  fly, 
And  fing  his  well-gain'd  vi<5lory. 

3  Yet  'mldfl  the  honours  of  his  throne. 
He  joys  not  for  himfelf  alone ; 

His  mcaneft  fervants  fliare  their  part, 
Share  in  that  royal  tender  heart, 

4  Raife,  ralfe,  my  foul,  thy  raptur'a  fight, 
With  facred  wonder  and  deligiit ; 

J  efas  thy  ov/n  forerutiner  fee 
Enter'd  beyond  the  veil  for  thee. 

5  Loud  let  the  howling  tempefh  yell, 
And  foaming  waves  to  mountainsfweli; 
No  Ihipwreck  can  my  veffel  fear, 
Since  hope  hath  fi-^d  its  anchor  here. 


rOUXTAIN    OPHNED    FOR     SINNERJt 


1  npHE  fountain  of  Chrift, 
A-    Lord,  help  us  to  fing, 


[     89     ] 

The  blood  of  our  PrleU: 
Our  crucify 'd  king  ; 

The  founiain  that  cleanfei 
From  (in  and  frotp.  filth, 

Afid  richly  difptnfes 
Salvation  and  nealth. 


This  fountain  fo  dear 

He'Jl  freely  impart  ; 
When  pierc'd  by  the  fpear, 

It  flow'd  from  his  heart. 
With  blood  and  with  water, 

Ihe  firll  to  atone, 
To  cleanfe  us  the  latter; 

The  fountain's  but  one. 


3  This  fountain  from  guilt 

Not  only  makes  pure. 
And  gives,  foon  as  felt, 

Infallible  cure; 
But  if  guilt  removed. 

Return  and  remain, 
Its  power  may  be  proved 

Again  and  again. 


This  fountain  unfeal'd 

Stands  open  for  all 
Who  long  to  be  heai'd 

The  great  and  the  fmall : 
Here's  ftrength  for  the  v/eakly 

That  hither  are  led  ; 
Here's  health  for  the  fiekly. 
And  life  for  the  dead. 
M 


[    eo   ] 

This  fountain  tho'  rich 

From  charge  is  quite  clear. 
The  poorer  the  wretch 

Tho  welcomer  here  : 
Come  needy,  and  guilty, 

Come  loathfome,  and  bare 
Though  lep'rous  and  filthy 

Come  juilas  you  are. 

This  fountain  in  vain 

Has  never  been  try'd, 
Ic  takes  out  all  {lain. 

Whenever  apply'd  ; 
The  fountain  fiov\,^s  fwcetly 

With  virtue  divine, 
To  cleanfc  fouls  completely, 

Though  lep'rous  as  mme. 


THE   CHRISTIAN   S    SP1RXTCJA.L  VOYAefl. 

1  TESUS,  at  thy  command, 
J  1  launch  into  the  deep  ; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
W^here  fin  lulls  all  aileep  ; 

For  thee  1  would  the  world  rcfign, 
And  fail  to  heav'u  wi':h  thee  and  chine. 

^  Thou  art  my  pilot  wife  ; 
My  compafs  is  thy  word  : 
My  foul  each  ftorni  defies, 
While  I  have  f jch  a  Lord  I 


[     91     ] 

I  truft  thy  falthfulnefs  and  power 
To  fave  me  in  the  tr^'ing  hour. 


Though  rocks  and  quickfands  deep 
Through  all  my  paffage  lie ; 
Yet  Chrift  will  fafely  keep, 
And  guide  me  with  his  eye  ; 

My  anchor,  hope,  fhall  firm  abide, 
And  ev'ry  boifl'rous  ftorm  outride. 


By  faith  I  fee  the  land. 

The  port  of  endlefs  reft  : 

My  foul,  thy  fails  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jefu's  breaft  ! 

O  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  Ihore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  diftrcfs  no  more! 


Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie. 

And  ftorms  forbear  to  tofs; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  flill  nigh, 

Left  I  ihould  fuffer  lofs  : 

For  moie  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread. 
Than  tempeft  burftiiig  o'er  my  head. 


6  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  and  blow 
A  profperous  gale  of  grace, 
'  Waft  me  from  all  below, 
To  heav'n  my  dcPtin'd  place ! 

Then  in  full  fall,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 


[     93     ] 


WORTHY  THE  LAMB. 

1    f^  LORY  to  God  on  high  ! 
VJJ  Let  earth  and  feies  reply ; 

Praife  ye  his  name : 
His  love  and  grace  adore. 
Who  ali  our  forrows  bore  ; 
Sing  aloud  evermore, 

W'orthy  the  Lamb. 

s  JefuSjOur  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  fm's  tremendous  load, 

Praife  ye  his  his  name  : 
Tell  what  his  arm  hath  done, 
What  fp.)lls  from  Death  he  \von. 
Sing  his  great  name  alone  ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 

3  While  they  around  the  throne 
CiTeerlully  join  in  one, 

Praifing  his  name  : 
Thofe  who  have  feithis  blood 
Sealing  their  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  fame  abroad. 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

4  Join,  all  re  ranfo:n'd  race. 
Oar  holy  Lord  to  bkfi  ; 

Praife  ye  his  name; 
In  him  we  wil:  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  nolfe, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 


t     93     ] 

5  What  tho'  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  fhall  never  ceafe 

Praifing  his  name  : 
To  hira  oar  longs  v/e  bring. 
Hail  him,  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ccafing  ling, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

6  Then  let  the  hods  above, 
In  reahns  of  endlcfs  love, 

Pralfe  his  dear  name : 
To  him  afcribed  be 
Honour  and  majefty, 
Thro'  all  eternity : 

Worthy  the  L.amb. 


THE   pastor's   wish   FOR   HT3   PEOPLE. 

I   Tk  ^  Y  brethren  from  my  heart  belov'd, 
J_YJ.  whole  welfare  fills  my  daily  care, 
Aly  prefent  joy,  my  future  crown, 
1  he  word  of  exhortation  hear. 

A  Stand  fall  upon  the  folid  rock, 
Of  the  Redeemer's  righteoufnefs, 
Adorn  the  gofpel  with  your  lives, 
And  praclile  what  your  lips  proiefs. 

3  With  pleafure  meditate  the  hour, 
V»'hen  he,  dtfce^iding  from  the  fe'es, 
Shall  bid  your  bodierf,  mean  and  Vile, 
In  his  all-glorioas  image  rife. 


L    ^^    ] 

4  Glory  In  his  dear,  honour'd  nanif,. 
To  him  inviolably  cleave  : 

Yanr  all  he  purchas'd  by  hie  blood. 
Nor  let  him  lefs  than  all  receive- 

5  Such  is  your  Paftor's  faithful  charge, 
Whofe  foul  defires  not  yours,  but  you, 
O  may  he  at  the  Lord's  right  hand. 
Himfelf  and  aH  his  people  view. 


PRAISE  FOR  CONVERSION, 

I    /~^  OME,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
V^     And  liften  while  I  tell, 
How  narrowly  my  feet  efcap'd 
The  fnares  of  death  and  hell. 

C  The  flatt'ring  joys  of  fenfe 
Afiaird  my  foolifh  heart. 
While  Satan,  with  malicious  flcili, 
Guided  the  pois'nous  dart. 

3  I  fell  beneath  the  ftroke, 

But  fell  to  rife  again. 
My  anguifli  rour.'d  me  into  life. 
And  plcafure  fprung  from  pain. 

4  D  rknefs,  and  {hame,and  grief 

Opp-efs'd  my  gloomy  mind ; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief^ 
Bu:  no  relief  could  find. 


[     S5,    3 

5  At  length,  to  God  I  cry'd; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  figh. 
He  heard,  andinftantly  hell^nt 
Salvatioa  from  on  Ingh. 

6  My  drooping  head  he  raii>'d. 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd, 
Pardon'd  my  fuis,  and  with  a  fmile 
The  gracious  pardon  fcal'd. 

J'  O  may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God  ; 
Nor  ever  wane  a  tongue  to  fpread 
His loudeft  praife  abroad. 


1EE  PORTION   OF    SINNERS, 

I   "OEHOLD  that  great  and  awful  day 
JLJ   Of  parting-  foon  will  come, 
When  linnerb  mull  be  hurl'd  away  ; 
And  chriftians  gather'd  home  ! 

a  The  one  with  Dives  for  water  cry. 
And  gnaw  their  tongues  in  pain, 
They  gnalli  their  teeth  and  crilp  and  fry, 
-And  v/ring  their  hands  in  vain. 

3   Now  hail!  allliail!  ye  frightful  ghofls, 
With  whom  I  once  did  dwell. 
And  Ijesit  my  days  in  frantic  mirth, 
And  daiic'd  my  foul  to  hvlll 


[     C5     ] 

4  You  me  about  the  flood  did  drag, 
And  caus'd  my  foul  to  fin  ; 
And  devils  now  your  mouth  fhall  gag, 
And  force  the  fuel  in. 


5  Perhaps  the  parent  fees  the  child 

Sink  down  to  endlefs  flames, 
"With  fhrieks,  and  howls  and  bitter  cries. 
Never  to  rife  again. 

6  O  father  !  fee  my  blazing  hands, 

Mother!  behold  your  child  !  • 
Againfl  you  now  a  witnefs  ftands 
Amidil  the  flames  confin'd ! 

7  The  child,  perhaps,  the  parents  vle\T, 

Go  headlong  down  to  hell; 
Gone  with  the  reft  of  Satan's  crew. 
And  bid  the  child  farewell! 


8  The  huiband  fees  his  piteous  wife. 

With  whom  he  once  did  dwell. 
Depart  with  groans  and  bitter  cries,, 
My  hlifljand !   lare  you  well ! 

9  But  O,  perhaps,  the  wife  may  fee, 

The  man  flie  once  did  love, 
Sink  down  to  endlefs  mifery, 
Whilfl  flie  is  crown'd  above  ! 

10  Then  fliall  the  faints  through  grace  com- 

Drink  in  eternal  love  :  [bin'd, 


[    97    ] 

In  Jefu's  image  there  to  fhine, 
And  reign  with  him  above. 

II  O  how  it  lifts  my  foul  to  think, 
Of  meeting  round  the  throne. 
Eternal  joys  there  for  to  drink. 
Where  forrows  never  come. 


LONGING  FOR  A  BOSOM   PRIEN«. 


^O 


That  I  had  a  bofom  friend, 
To  tell  my  fecrets  to, 
On  whofe  advice  I  might  depend 
In  every  thing  I  do. 


Z  How  do  I  wander  up  and  down. 
And  no  one  pities  me  ! 
I  feem  a  ilranger  quite  uiiknown, 
A  ion  of  mi  for  y  1 

3  None  lends  an  ear  to  my  complaint, 

Nor  minds  my  cries  nor  tears  : 
None  comes  to  cheer  me  dio*  I  faint. 
Nor  my  vail  burdon  bears. 

4  Vvhil'll  Others  live  In  mlitii  and  eafc 

And  feci  no  want  or  woe, 
1  hro'  this  vaft,  howJing  wildcrnef;, 
i  full  of  forrows  go. 

N 


[     98     ] 

5  O  falthlefs  foul  to  reafon  thus, 
And  murmur  without  end  ? 
Did  Chrifl  expire  upon  the  crofs 
And  is  he  not  thy  friend  ? 

4  Why  doft  thou  envy  carnal  men, 
And  think  their  flatc  fo  bleft  ? 
How  great  falvation  haft  thou  feei\, 
And  jefus  is  thy  reli  ! 

7  What  can  this  lower  world  afford 
Compard  with  gofpel  grace  ? 
Thy  happinefs  is  in  the  Lord, 
And  thou  fhalt  fee  his  face  ! 

%  Can  prefent  grief  be  counted  great 
Compar'd  with  future  woes  ? 
Will  tranfient  pleafures  feem  fo  fweet 
Compar'd  with  endlefs joys? 

9  How  foon  will  God  withdraw  the  fcenc, 

And  burn  the  world  he  made  ! 
Then  woe  to  carnal  finful  men  1 
My  foul  lift  up  thy  head. 

10  Thy  Saviour  is  thy  real  friend, 

Conflant  and  true  and  good  : 

He  will  be  with  thee  to  the  end. 

And  bring  thee  fafe  to  God. 


b 


J I  Then  why  my  foul  art  thou  fo  fad! 
When  will  thy  fighs  be  o'er  ? 
Rejoice  in  Jefus  and  be  glad 
Rejoice  for  evermore. 


[     99     ] 


BA7  OF  JUDGMENT. 

I   T)EHOLD  the  awful  trumpet  founds, 
Xj  The  fleeping  dead  to  raife, 
And  calls  the  nations  under  ground; 
O  how  the  faints  wiil  praife  ! 

%  Behold  the  Saviour  how  he  comes 
Defcending  irom  his  throne, 
To  burfl  afunder  all  our  tombs, 
And  lead  his  children  home. 


3  Bat  who  can  bear  that  dreadful  daj, 

To  fee  the  world  in  flames; 
The  burning  mountains  melt  away. 
While  rocks  run  down  in  ftreams. 

4  The  falling  ftars  their  orbits  leave, 

The  fun  in  darknefs  hide  ; 
The  elements  afunder  cleave, 
'I  he  moon  turn'd  into  blood. 

5  Behold  the  univerfal  world 

In  confcernation  ftand, 
The  wicked  into  hell  are  turn'd, 
The  faints  at  God's  right  hand,. 

i  O  then  the  mufic  will  begin, 

I  heir  Saviour  God  to  praife  : 
They  are  all  freed  from  every  fin. 
And  thus  they'll  fpend  their  d&yt, 


[    100    3 


eURlST   OUR  ADVOCATE. 

1   C  AVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
O   Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood ; 
And  ray  troubled  weary  fpirit. 
Now  finds  left  in  thee  my  God. 

a  I  am  fafc  and  I  am  happy 

While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie  : 
Sin  nor  Satan  cannot  harm  me 
While  my  Saviour  is  fo  nigh. 

3  Now  I'll  fing  of  Jefu's  merit, 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 
That  if  any  want  his  fpirit. 
He  is  llill  the  very  fame. 

4  He  that  aflccth  foon  rectiveth. 

He  that  feeks  is  fure  to  find  j 
Who  of  comfort  is  bereaved, 
Jefus  never  calls  behind. 

j;  Now  our  advocate  is  pleading 
With  his  Father  and  our  God : 
Now  for  us  he's  interceding. 
As  the  purchafe  of  his  blood. 

$  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying 
''  Father  fpare  them,  I  have  dy'd:" 
And  the  Father  anfwers,  faying, 
*«  They  are  freely  juftify'd." 


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JARTINO  fOR  HEAVEN. 

t  'T"'''HE  time  draws  nigh  when  you  and  I 
X     Are  to  be  feparated  ; 
But  this  doth  grieve  our  hearts  to  leav« 

Each  other  to  be  parted  ; 
But  let  us  fee  eternity, 

And  meet  the  faints  with  joy, 
Our  fighings  o'er  we'll  part  no  morq. 
But  reign,  with  Chrift,  in  glory. 

a  When  chriftians  join,  it  is  moft  fine 

For  to  adore  their  Saviour; 
High  they  can  raife  their  fongs  of  praifc, 

And  follow  him  for  ever  ; 
But  when  they  part  it  grieves  their  hcar^ 

They  here  are  fo  united  : 
They  fain  would  be  in  company 

Always,  they're  fo  delighted' 

3  Well,  brethren  dear,  don't  let  us  fear, 

We  foon  Ihall  live  together  ; 
When  Chrift  defccnds  to  call  his  friends 

We  then  fhall  meet  each  other. 
Then  to  fit  down,  around  the  throne 

With  faints  and  lovely  Jefus, 
Eternal  love,  we'll  fing  above. 

And  nothing  then  will  grieve  ui. 

4  The  Lamb  appears  to  wipe  our  tcari, 

And  to  complete  our  glory  ; 
T  hen  Ihall  we  reft  with  all  the  blcft^ 
And  tell  the  lovely  ilory ; 


[     102     ] 

To  fit  and  tell,  "Cbrift  lov'd  us  well, 
And  that  while  we  were  finners." 

Heaven  will  ring,  while  faints  do  fing', 
"  Glory  to  the  Redeemer." 


PASTOR  S   FAREWELL. 

1  T>RETHEREN  farewell,  I  do  you  tell 
XJ    I  hat  you  and  I  muft  part : 

I  go  away,  and  here  you  ftay  ; 
But  ftill  v/e  join  in  heart. 

2  Your  love  to  me,  has  run  moft  free, 

Your  converfatioh  fweet, 
How  can  I  bear  to  journey  where 
Wich  you  I  cannot  meet  ? 

3  Yet  I  do  find  my  heart  Inclin'd 

To  do  my  work  below  : 
When  ChrUl  doth  call,  I  trull  I  fhall 
Be  ready  for  to  ^o, 

4  I  leave  you  all,  both  great  and  fmall. 

In  Chrifi's  encircling  arms, 
Who  can  you  fave,  from  death  and  grave, 
And  lliield  you  from  all  harms. 

5  1  truft  you'll  pray  both  night  and  day 

(And  keep  your  garments  white) 
For  you  and  me — that  we  may  be 
The  children  of  the  lioht. 


[      10^      ] 

6  If  you  die  firfl,  amen,  you  muft, 

The  will  of  God  be  done  ;  ^ 

I  hope  the  Lord  will  you  reward 
With  an  immortal  crown. 

7  If  I'm  call'd  home,  whilft  I  am  gon^ 

Indulge  no  tears  for  me  ; 
I  hope  to  fiog  and  praife  my  king, 
Through  all  eternity. 

8  Millions  of  years  over  the  fpheres, 

Shall  pafs  in  fweet  repofe. 
While  beauties,  bright  unto  my  fight. 
Their  facred  fweets  difclofe. 

9  I  long  to  go — thcH  fare  ye  well, 

My  foul  will  be  at  reft  : 
No  more  fliall  I  coniplain,  or  figh. 
But  tafte  the  heav'nly  feaft. 

10  O  may  we  meet,  and  be  complete, 

And  long  together  dwell ; 
i\nd  ferve  the  Lord  with  one  accor4» 
So  bretheren  all,  farewell. 


UELlftHTING   IN  THE  WORSHlF    Off    eOX). 

i    T     ORD  !  when  together  here  we  meet, 
I  ,j  And  tafte  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
1  hy  fmiles  are  fo  divinely  fweet. 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 


.      [     104     ] 

a  Yet  Father,  fmce  it  is  thy  will 
That  we  mufl:  part  again, 
O  let  thy  precious  prefence  ftill 
With  ev'ry  one  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Chrifl  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cnrds  of  love, 
Till  we,  around  thy  glorious  throne, 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

4  Where  fin  and  forrow  from  each  heart. 

Shall  then  for  ever  fly. 
And  not  dne  thought  that  we  Ihcnild  part, 
Once  intercept  our  joys. 

5  Where,  void  of  all  dillracfling  pains, 

Our  fpirits  ne'er  {hall  tir:  ; 
But  in  feraphic,  heav'niy  {trains. 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

6  And  thus,  through  all  eternity, 

Upon  the  heav'nly  Ihore, 
The  great,  myfterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah  we'll  adore. 


BLtSSED    SVATE    OF    T  H  £    DKAT) 

BLESSED  exlate  of  the  dead  — 
i  he  dead  that  have  died  in  ihe  Lord  i 
from  trouble  and  mifery  freed, 
And  fure  of  their  ecdicfs  rew  ard  : 


[     105     ] 

By  forrow  no  longer  opprcfs'd 
When  join'd  to  the  fpirits  above ! 

With  Jefus  in  glory  they  reft, 
They  reft  in  the  arms  of  his  love. 

0  !  when  will  the  Saviour  extend 

The  arms  of  his  mercy  to  me  ? 
The  days  of  my  pilgrimage  end. 

My  foul  from  its  prifoii  fct  irec  ? 
When  will  the  dear  moment  arrive 

Which  often  I've  pin'd  for  in  vain  ? 
And  ftill  I  would  die  to  revive, 

And  fufFer  with  Jefus  to  reign. 

Ah!  give  me  to  bow  my  faint  head. 

My  forrowful  foul  to  refign, 
From  pain  evsrlaftingly  freed, 

To  reft  in  thy  bofom  divine. 
My  Saviour  why  doft  thou  delay. 

To  call  a  poor  wanderer  home  ? 
Come  quickly,  and  bear  me  away 

The  bride  and  the  fpirit  fay  "  Come." 


MT  GOD,  MY   HEAVEN,  MY  ALL. 

X  "TTTHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
VV     To  manfioRs  in  the  Ikies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  t©  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

3  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 
And  hcllilh  darts  be  hurl'd, 
O 


[      105     ] 

Then  T  can  fmlle  at  Satan's  raec» 
And  lace  a  frowning  world. 

^  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge  come. 
And  ilorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  ihall  I  bathe  my  weary  fouj. 
In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  brcall. 


RTDEMPTION   TUROUGH   CHRIST. 

1  [/^OME,  let  U5  lift  our  voices  high, 

V><    High  as  our  joys  arife. 
And  join  th»4bngs  above  the  Iky, 
Where  pleafure  never  dies. 

2  [Jefus,  the  God,  that  fought  and  bled. 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell : 
That  rofe,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels, 
Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

3  [Jefus,  our  God,  invites  us  here, 

To  this  triumphal  feaft. 
And  brings  immortal  bleflings  dov/H, 
For  each  redeemed  gucft.] 

4  The  Lord,  how  glorious  is  his  face  ! 

jtiow  kind  his  fmiles  appear  ! 


And  oh  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear. 


£  *'  For  you,  the  children  61  my  love, 
It  was  for  you  I  dy'd  ; 
Behold  my  hands ;  behold  my  feet, 
And  look  into  my  fide  ! 

6  "  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 
The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
"When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
From  mifery  and  chains. 

f  ('  Juftlce  unflieath'd  its  firey  fword, 
And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart  ; 
Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
Andmofl  tormenting  fmart. 

8  "  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs, 
Stood  dre.:i<lful  in  my  way. 
To  refcae  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 
I  gave  my  own  away, 

*'  But,  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd  and  dy'd, 

I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne. 
High  on  my  crofs  I  hung  and  fpy'd 

The  monfler  tumbling  down. 

10  "  Now  you  niuft  triumph  at  my  feaft,_ 
And  tafte  my  flcili,  my  blood. 
And  live  eternal  ages  bleft, 
For  'tis  immortal  food." 


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(i  [Viiflorlous  God !  what  can  we  pay 
For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 
To  be  for  ever  thine.] 

12  We  give  thee,.  Lord,  our  higheil  praifc, 
The  tribute  of  our  tongues  ; 
But  thenies  fo  infinite  as  thcfe, 
Exceed  our  nobleft  fcnars 


jrsTicx. 

1  /^URST  be  the  man,  for  ever  curftj 
V-^   Who  doth  his  God  forfake — 

"  Death  and  damnation  is  but  juft, 
Without  relief,  and  infinite," 

a  Thus  Sinai  roars,  and  round  the  earth 

Thunder  and  fire,  and  vengeance  Rlng$ 
But,  Jcfus,  thy  dear  gafping  breath, 
And  Calvary  fay  gentler  things. 

2  Pardon,  and  grace,  and  boundlefs  love 

Streaming  along  a  Saviour's  blood, 
And  life  and  joys,  and  crowns  above. 
Dear  purchafe  of  a  bleeding  God. 

4  Kark — how  h"  prays  !  the  charming  founi 
Dwells  on  his  dying  lips, "  Forgive." 
And  ev'ry  groan,  and  g^sping  wound. 
Cries/   Fath'.T,  l^t  tin  rebels  livei" 


[     109     ] 

5  Oo  you  that  refl  upon  the  law, 

And  toil,  and  feek  falvation  there, 
I^ook  to  the  flames  which  Mofes  faw, 
And  fhrink,  and  tremble,  and  defpair, 

6  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  crofs, 

Saviour,  at  thy  dear  feet  I'll  lie, 
And  the  keen  fword  that  juftice  draws 
Flaming  and  red  fhall  pafs  me  by. 


»edi:eming  lote. 

1  "KT  OW  begins  the  heav'nly  theme, 
JIN    Sing  aloud  in  Jefu's  name  ; 
Ye  who  Jefu's  goodnefs  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

t  Ye  who  fee  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
While  to  Canaan  on  ye  more, 
Blefs  and  praife  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  fouls,  dry  up  your  teare, 
Banifh  all  your  guilty  fears, 

See  your  guilt  and  curfe  remove, 
CanccU'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas,  who  long  have  been 
Willing  flaves  to  death  ?.nd  fin 
Now  from  bllfs  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  tafte  redecminj;  Uvs. 


I     110     ] 

5  Welcome  all  by  fin  opprcft, 
Welcome  to  a  facred  reft  ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  abote, 
Noihing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  He  fubdu'd  th'  infernal  pow'rs, 
His  tremendous  foe  and  ours, 
To  their  curfed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

f  Hither  then  your  mufic  bring. 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  firing  ; 
Mortals  join  the  hofts  above  ; 
Join  to  praife  redeeming  love. 


PARTING   FOR   ETERNlTr, 

1      A   SOLEMN  march  wt  make, 
JL3-     I  ov/ards  tlie  filent  grave, 
A  lod®;ing  all  muft  quickly  take, 
And  carnal  pleafures  leave. 

a  O  what  a  ftriking  fcene, 

In  this  cold  grave  appears, 
A  mortal  turn'd  to  duft  again. 
Quite  fpun  out  all  his  years. 

/■ 
3  And  we  who  now  attend, 

Muft  foon  refign  our  breath, 
God  will  the  folemn  fummons  fend, 
By  dreadful  ghaftly  death. 


[  111  ] 

4  If  myftlf  the  next  fhould  be, 

That  crumble  with  the  duft  ; 
My  foul — what  then  becomes  of  thee  ? 
Had  thou  a  lot  with  Chriil  ? 

5  Since  T  attended  here, 

My  moments  fwiftly  glide, 
And  death  upon  their  wings  they  bear 
A  quick  perpetual  tide. 

6  Now  let  me  home  return, 

And  ftrive  my  foul  to  five  ^ 
Left  I  in  hell  fhould  ever  burn, 
Andj  with  the  damned  rave. 

7  Jefus,  defpifed  friend, 

I'll  flight  thy  love  no  more  ; 
Dear  Saviour  now  that  fpirit  i'ttid, 
Which  I  fo  griev'd  before,  ■. 

S  Then  I'llprepire  to  meet, 
My  Jefus  at  his  bar, 
Forever  worlhip  at  his  feet, 
And  ling  his  praifes  there. 


FIGHTING    THE    BATTLE    OF    CHRISf. 

DONT  you  hear  the  alarm. 
Hark — how  the  trumpet  founds, 
It  is  the  Lord  of  glory, 
That  gives  the  gofpel  bounds. 


[     112    ] 

ft  Come  and  accept  his  offer, 
Before  it  is  too  late, 
For  Jefus  is  a  calling 

Before  he  fhuts  the  gate. 

I  Come,  let  us  go  together. 
And  Uft  into  his  baud. 
For  Jefus  is  our  captain, 
He's  bounty  in  his  hand. 

4  The  trumpet  Is  a  founding. 

It's  for  more  volunteers, 
Come  like  a  valiant  foldier. 
And  caft  away  your  fears. 

5  Come  who  will  lift  with  Jefus, 

A  foldier  for  to  make. 
And  like  a  faithful  fubjedl. 
His  armour  on  you  take. 

i  He's  food  3hd  raiment  plenty. 
Enough — and  for  to  fpare. 
All  things  he  has  provided, 
That  ycu  have  need  to  wear. 

7  Tten  let  us  well  remember, 
How  Ifrael  was  freed, 
When  from  the  hand  of  Pharaoh, 
By  Mofes  they  were  led. 


t  The  pillar  v^rent  before  them, 
Aad  Mofcs  with  his  rod. 


[     113     ] 

No  doubt  we  fliall  win  the  day; 
If  we  but  truft  in  God, 

9  Our  enemies  are  many, 

On  every  fide  they  ftand. 
Then  let  us  go  together. 
With  weapons  in  our  hand. 

10  Let  us  begin  the  battle. 

Like  David  with  his  fling — 
Fight  with  courage  ilout  and  b«Jd, 
For  Jefus  Chrifl  our  King. 

tx  Then,  when  the  war  is  ended, 
We'll  lay  our  weapons  byi 
And  fly  aloft  to  Jefus, 
To  reign  above  the  Iky. 

I  a  In  peace  we'll  wear  the  laurel* 
W^hen  our  foes  are  flain, 
We'll  take  the  large  pofleflion. 
Where  peace  for  ever  reigns. 


LAMENTING  THE   LOSS  OF  A   CHIL». 

1    T  T  7-AKE  up  my  mufe,  condole  the  lofc 
V  V     Of  thofe  that  mourn  this  day  ; 
Let  tears  diftil  on  every  face, 
And  every  mourusr  pray. 

a  The  tyrant,  Death  came  rufhing  in, 
Lail  night  his  power  did  fliew; 
P 


r  114  ] 

Out  of  this  world  this  child  did  take. 
Death  laid  its  vifage  low. 

g  No  more  the  pleafant  child  is  feen 
To  pleafe  its  parent's  eye  ; 
The  tender  plant,  fofrelh  and  green, 
Is  in  eternity. 

4  The  golden  bowl  by  death  Is  broke, 

The  pitcher  burft  in  twain, 
The  ciftern-wheel  has  felt  the  ftroke. 
The  pleafant  child  is  llain. 

5  The  winding-flieet  doth  bind  its  limft, 

The  coffin  holds  it  fafb, 
To-day  it's  feen  by  all  its  friends,      *. 
But  this  mud  be  the  laft. 

6  Until  the  Lord  doth  come  to  judg'e 

The  nations  great  and  fmall, 
And  you  and  I  before  him  ftand, 
/lud  at  hisprefence  fall. 


'L 


JESUS,  THE   SOUL  OF   MUSf*. 

ISTED  into  the  caufe  of  fin,^ 
Why  ihouid  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Mufic,  alas!   too  long  lias  been, 

Prefs'd  to  obey  the  devil ; 
Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light,  the  lay 

Flows  to  the  foul's  undoing, 
Widens  and  Ibews  with  ilcw'rs  the  way 
Down  to  eternal  run. 


[     115     ] 

S,  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rife  ? 

Innocent  mirth  recover  ? 
Fly  on  the  prey  and  take  the  prize. 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover? 
Strip  him  of  ev'ry  rnqying  ftraln, 

Ev'ry  melting  meafure, 
Mufic  in  virtue's  caufe  retain, 

Revive  the  holy  pleafure. 


Come  let  us  try  If  Jefu's  love 

Cannot  as  well  infpirc  us; 
This  is  the  theme  of  them  above, 

This  upon  earth  will  fire  us  : 
Try  if  your  hearts  are  tun'd  to  ling; 

Is  there  a  fubjedl  greater  ? 
Melody  all  its  ftrains  may  bring, 

Jefus's  love  is  fweeter. 


4  Jefus  the  foul  of  mufic  is, 

He  is  the  nobleft  pafTion; 
Jefus's  name  is  life  and  peace, 

Hanpinefs  and  falvation  ; 
Jefus's  name  the  dead  can  raife, 

Shev/  us  our  fips  forgiven, 
Fill  us  with  all  the  lift  of  grace, 

And  carry  us  up  to  heaven. 


5  Who  hath  aright  like  us  to  fmg 
Us  who  his  mercy  raife«  ? 

Merry  our  hearts,  for  Chi  ill  is  King, 
Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 

Who  ©f  his  love  doth  once  partake, 


E   lie   ] 

He  in  the  Lord  rejoices ; 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make. 
Melody  with  our  voices. 

4  He  that  a  fprlnkled  confcience  hath, 

He  that  in  God  is  merry  : 
Let  him  fing  pfalms,.  the  fpirit  faith. 

Joyful  and  ne'er  be  weary  ; 
Offer  the  facrifice  of  praife, 

Hearty  and  never  ceafmg  ; 
Spiritual  fongs  and  anthems  raifc, 

Worfliip  and  thanks  and  blefling. 

7  Come  let  ns  in  his  pralfes  join, 

Triumph  in  his  falvation  ; 
Glory  afpire  to  love  divine, 

Worlhip  and  adoration : 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 

Opcn'd  in  each  believer  : 
Only  believe,  and  then  fing  on, 

Heaven  is  ours  for  ever. 


JESUS    ?LEADING  FOR   SINNERS. 

NOW  the  Saviour  {lands  a  pleading 
At  the  fmner's  bolted  heart ; 
Kow  in  heaven  is  interceding, 
Undertaking  fmners'  part. 

CHORUS, 

Sinners  can  you  hate  that  Saviour, 
Can  you  t'hruil  him  from  your  arms? 

Here  he  dy'd  for  your  behaviour, 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charnu- 


[     117     ] 

a  Nov/  he  pleads  his  fweat  and  bloodfhed. 
Shews  his  wounded  hands  and  feet — 
«*  Father  fave  them  tho'  they're  hlood-rcd, 
Raife  them  to  an  heavenly  feat." 

Sinners,  &c. 


Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 
Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day  ; 

Turn  from  all  your  bafe  behaviour. 
Now  return,  repent,  and  pray. 

Sinners,  Sec. 


Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 
Bid  your  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 

Now  receive,  and  love,  adore  him, 
Take  a  full  difcharge  from  iin. 

Sinners,  &c. 


Now  he's  waiting  to  be  firaciou=?, 
Now  he  ftands  and  looks  on  thee 

See  what  kindnefs,  love  and  pity. 
Shines  around,  on  you  and  me. 

Sinners,  &c. 


Come !  for  all  things  now  are  ready — 
Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  ; 

O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy. 
Come  to  grace's  boanJlefs  ftore. 

Sinner),  Sic* 


[     118     j 


THE   DYING   SINNER, 


I   "^/fY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjeds  roll, 
XvX     Damnation  and  the  dead; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed! 

a  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  fhores, 
•She  makes  a  long  delay. 
Till  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force. 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  fhe  defcends 

Down  to  the  firey  coaft, 
Among  abominable  fiends, 
Herfclf  a  frightful  ghoft. 

4  There  endlefs  crouds  of  finHers  lie, 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains  ; 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifn  and  their  blood, 

For  their  old  guilt  atones  ; 
Nor  the  compafiion  of  a  God, 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
An<X  well  infur'd  his  love. 


[     119     ] 


TRIUMPH   OVER  DEATH. 

X   TTOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

XJL   The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  joy  and  peace, 
That  bears  the  fruits  of  righteoufnefs. 

And  kept  by  Jefu's  power, 
Their  trefpafles  arc  all  forgiv'n. 
They  antedate  the  joys  of  heav'n  ; 

In  rapturous  lays 

Shout  the  praife 

Of  Jefu's  grace, 

To  a  loft  race 
Of  finners,  brou-ht  to  happinefs 
Through  the  atoning  blood  of  jefiis. 

a  Satan  may  tempt,  and  hell  may  rage. 
And  all  the  powers  of  earth  befiege  ; 
'I heir  united  ftrength  at  once  engage 

To  pluck  a  foul  from  Jefus : 
The  faithful  foul  laughs  them  to  fcorn, 
He's  heaven-bound,  he's  heaven-born, 

He'll  watch  and  pray, 

Night  and  day. 

Fight  his  way. 

Win  the  day. 
And  all  his  enemies  difmay, 
Thro'  the  mighty  name  of  Jefus. 

5  O  monfter,  Death,  thy  fling  is  drawn, 
O,  boafting  Grave,  no  trophies  won  ; 
The  faint  triumphs  thro'  grace  alone, 
lo  praife  the  name  of  Jefus. 


[      120     ] 

At  length  he  bids  the  world  adieu, 
With  all  its  vanity  and  iliew — 

The  foul  it  flies, 

Thro'  the  Ikies, 

To  Paradife, 

And  joins  its  voice, 
In  rapturous  lays  of  love,  topraife 
1  he  glorious  name  of  jcfus. 


When  Gabriel's  awful  trump  (hall  found. 
And  rend  the  rocks,  convulfe  the  ground, 
And  fwears  that  time  is  at  an  end, 

Ye  dead  arife  to  judgment. 
See  lightnings  flafh,  and  thunders  roll. 
The  earth  wrapt  like  a  parchment  fcroU  : 

Comets  blaze, 

Sinuers  raifc. 

Dread  amaze, 

And  horrors  feize 
The  guilty  fons  of  Adam's  race, 
Unfav'd  from  fm  by  Jefus. 


The  chriftian,  fill'd  with  rapturous  joy, 
Midft  flaming  worlds  he  mounts  on  high, 
To  meet  his  Saviour  in  the  flcy, 

And  fee  the  face  of  Jefus. 
Then  foul  and  body  reunite. 
And  fill'd  with  glory  infinite  : 

Bitfl'ed  day, 

Chriiliansfay, 

Will  you  pray, 

'I  hat  wc  may 


I     121     ] 

All  join  that  happy  companf, 
To  praife  the  name  of  Jefus. 


THE  GOSPEL  JUBILEE^ 

I  TTAIL  the  gofpel  jubilee, 
X  X  Jefus  comes  to  fet  us  free, 
Who  for  us  Ihed  his  precious  blood, 
To  raife  our  fallen  fouls  to  God  : 
Andiince  the  work  of  fuffering's  done, 
We'll  glory  give  to  God  alone. 
Freefalvation  be  our  boaft. 
Ever  mindful  what  it  coft, 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 
Lee  our  praifcs  reach  the  Ikies. 

CHORUS. 

Firm  united  let  us  be. 
In  the  bonds  of  charity: 
As  a  band  of  brothers  join'd, 
Loving  God  and  all  mankind. 

a  Rife  ye  heralds  of  the  Lord, 

Take.the  bread- plate,  fhield  and  fword, 
Agaiiifl  the  hods  of  hell  proclaim 
A  war  in  Chrift's  all  conquering  name, 
Nor  fear  to  gain  the  viiftory 
Vv^hcn  for  this  glorious  liberty. 
You  on  Jefus  Chrift  depend — 
He'll  the  fufferirio;  caufe  defend  : 
F iace,  oh  place  in  hirn  your  trull, 
He'o  almiglity  wife  and  juft. 


[      122      ] 

CHORUS. 

Firm  united  brethren  fland. 
Firm  an  undivided  band — 
Bretiiren  dear  in  Jefus  join'd, 
Fill'd  with  all  his  coaftant  miud. 

I  Sound— 'he  gofpel  trumpet  found; 
Through  the  earth's  remoteft  bound  ; 
Let  Jelus's  name,  with  loud  applaufe, 
Ring  thro'  the  world  his  righteous  laws — 
He  gives,  and  rules  in  mercy  mild, 
Believe,  and  be  ye  reconcil'd 

To  a  God  of  truth  and  love, 

Sending  bklTuigs  from  above— 

Kow  is  the  accepted  time, 

Liften  every  joyful  clime. 

CHORUS. 

Hail — the  gofpel  jubilee, 
Jefus  comes  to  fet  us  free 
He  is  come  no  more  to  bleed- 
Free  we  then  Ihall  be  indeed. 

4  Now  the  fovereign  of  the  fky 
Comes,  the  troops  of  hell  muft  fly : 
He  is  the  rock  of  ages  fure, 
And  all  who  to  the  end  endure, 
A  glorious  crown  of  righteoufnefs 
Shall  wear  in  realms  of  endlefs  blifs. 

There  with  blood-wafh'd  throngs  abOY6,j 

Wondering  at  redeeming  love ; 

Evermore  will  Ihout  and  fmg  ; 

Heaven's  palace  loud  ihall  ring. 


[     123     ] 

CHORUS. 

ylrm  united  let  us  go, 
On  in  Jefu's  fteps  below, 
As  a  band  of  brothers  join'd, 
And  eternal  glory  find. 


THE    DVIICG    CHRISTIAN    TO    HIS    SOOL, 


'V 


ITAL  fpark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame, 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingViny^.  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  blifs  of  dying  ! 
Ceafe,  fond  nature,  ceafe  thy  ftrife, 
And  let  me  languilh  into  life. 

Hark  !  they  •whifper,  angels  fay, 
Sifter  fpirit,  come  away ; 
What  is  this  abforbs  me  quite  ! 
Steals  my  fenfcs,  fliuts  my  fight, 
Drowns  my  fpirits,  draws  my  breath. 
Tell  me,  my  foul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

The  world  recedes,  it  difappears. 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes,  my  ears 

"With  founds  faraphic  ring 

Lend,  lend  your  v/irgs,  I  mount,  I  fly, 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  vi<5lory  ! 
O  death,  where  is  thy  fting ! 

% 


THE   GLORV  OF  JESUS. 


X   ID  URST  ye  em'rald  gates  and  bring 
XJ  To  my  raprur'd  vifion, 


r  124,  •] 

AW  the  extatic  joys, that  fprlnj 
Round  the  bright  elifian  ; 

Lo .'  we  hft  our  longing  eyes, 
Break  ye  intervening  fkics; 

Sons  of  righteoufnefs  arife, 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradife  ! 

3  Floodsof  everlafling  h'ghc. 

Freely  flalh  before  him  ; 
Myriads  with  fupremc  delight, 

Inftantly  adore  him ; 
Angelic  trumps  refound  his  fame. 

Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim, 
All  the  n>«fic  of  his  name; 

Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 


3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rife. 

From  their  princely  fiation; 
Shout  his  glorious  vidories, 

Sing  the  great  falvation  ; 
Call  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 

Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

Holy !  holy  !  holy  one. 

4  Hark — the  thrilling  fymphonies, 

Seem,  methinks  to  feize  us— 
join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 

Jefus — Jefus — Jefus ! 
Svt'cetefl  found  in  Seraph's  fong, 

Sweetefc  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetsft  carol  ever  fung — 

jefttS — Jefus  flow  along. 


[     125     J 


HAPPINESS  THllOUCU  CHMST* 

I        r|-iHE  trumpet  of  God 
X     Is  founding  abroad, 
The  language  of  mercy,  falvation  thro*  blood. 

1       Thrice  happy  are  they 
Who  hear  and  obey, 
And  fhare  in  the  bleflings  of  this  gofpel-day. 

3  Th'elr  anguifli  and  fmart, 
And  forrow  depart 

Who  find  this  falvation  infcribM  on  their  heart, 

4  True  pleafures  abound 

In  the  rapturous  found,  [found. 

And  they  that  have  found  it  have  Paradife 

5  Our  Jefus  to  know, 
And  feel  his  blood  flow, 

'Tis  life  cverlafting,  'tis  heaven  below. 

6  This  blefling  be  mine 
Through  favour  divine  ; 

But,  O  my  Redeemer  !  the  glory  be  thine. 


Lol  HE  COMETH  ! 

I   T    O  !  he  cometh !  countlefs  trumpet* 
■I  J   Blow,  to  raife  the  fleeping  dead  ; 
Midfb  ten  thoufand  faints  and  angeU 
See  their  great  exalted  Head. 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome,  welceme  Sou  of  God. 


[     126     ] 

^  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 
Thro'  th*  eternal  deep  refounds; 
Now  rcfplendent  fliine  his  nail-prints. 
Every  eye  il^all  fee  his  wounds : 

They  who  pierc'd  him 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Full  of  joyful  ej:pe61atIon, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear: 
Truth  and  juftice  go  before  him. 

Now  the  ioyful  fentcnce  hear. 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome,  welcome  Judge  divine. 

4  *'  Come,  ye  bkfTed  of  my  Father, 

Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 
Banifh  all  your  fears  and  forrows, 

Endiefs  praife  be  your  employ. 
Hallelujah, 
Wekome,  welcome  to  the  fkies. 

5  Now  at  once  they  rife  to  glory, 

Jcfus  brings  them  to  the  King; 
There,  vvlth  all  the  hofls  of  heaven. 

They  eternal  anthems  fmg. 
Hallelujah, 
Boundlefs  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


THE   RICH   MAN   AND    LAZARUS. 

I    "I'M  what  confufion  earth  appears ! 

Cod's  dearell  children  bath'd  in  tears; 


[     127    3 

While  they,  who  heav'n  Itfelf  deridCj 
Riot  in  luxury  and  pride. 

I  But  patient  let  my  foul  attend, 
And,  ere  I  cenfurj,  viev/  the  end; 
That  end,  how  different,  who  can  tell  ? 
The  wide  extremes  of  heaven  and  hell. 

3  See  the  red  flames  around  him  twine, 
Who  did  in  gold  and  purple  fhine  ! 
Nor  can  his  tongue  one  drop  obtain 
T'  allay  the  fcorching  of  his  pain. 

4  While  round  the  faint  fo  poor  below 
Full  rivers  of  falvation  flow  ; 

On  Abru'm's  breaft  he  leans  his  head, 
And  banquets  on  celeflial  bread. 

5  Jefus,  my  Saviour,  let  me  fliare 
The  meanefl  of  thy  fervant's  fare; 
May  I  at  laft  approach  to  tafte 
'ihe  bkflings  of  thy  marriage-fcaft. 


THE  EFFORT— IN  ANOTHER  MEASURE. 

I      A   PPROACH,  my  foul,  the  mercy-feat 
xA.   Where  Jefus  anfwers  pray'rj 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perilh  there. 

2,  Thy  promife  is  my  only  plea, 
Wilh  tiiis  I  venture  nigh ; 


I     128     ] 

Thou  callefl  burden'd  fouls  to  thee, 
And  fuch,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  fin, 

By  Satan  forely  preft ; 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  reft. 

4  Be  thou  my  ihield  and  hiding  place  ! 

That  fhelter'd  near  thy  fide, 
I  may  my  fierce  accufer  face. 
And  tell  him  "  thou  hail  dy'd. 

5  O  wond'rous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  crofs  and  fiiamc ; 
That  guilty  finners  fuch  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  "  Poor  tempeft-tofied  foul  be  ftill, 

My  promis'J  grace  receive  ;" 
'Tis  Jefus  fpeaks,  I  muft,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 


WELCOME   CROSS. 


TIS  my  happinefs  below 
Not  to  live  without  the  crofs ; 
But  the  Saviour's  pcw'r  to  know, 
Sandlifylng  ev'ry  lofs. 
Trials  mull  and  will  befal ; 
But  wiih  humble  fairh  to  fee 
Love  iiifcrib'd  upon  them  all, 
'i  his  is  happinefs  to  me. 


t     123     ] 

X  God,  in  Ifrael,  fows  the  feeds 
Of  afRidtion,  pain  and  toil ; 
Thefe  fpring  up  and  choak  the  weeds 
Which  would  elfe  o'erfpread  the  foil  ; 
Trials  make  the  promife  fweet, 
Trials  give  new  life  to  pray'r  ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 
Lay  me  low  and  keep  me  there. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
No  chaflifement  by  the  way  ; 
Might  I  not,  with  reafon,  fear, 
I  Ihould  prove  a  caft-away : 
Baftards  may  efcape  the  rod. 
Sunk  in  earthly  vain  delight ; 
But  the  true-born  child  of  God, 
Mull  not,  would  not,  if  he  might. 


WHY   SHOULD  T  COMPIATN. 

t  TTTHEN  my  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  is  near, 
VV     How  quickly  my  forrows  depart! 
New  beauties  amuiid  me  appear, 
New  fpjrits  enliven  my  heart; 
His  prefcnce  gives  peace  to  my  foul, 
And  Satan  affaults  me  in  vain  ; 
"While  my  Shepherd  his  power  controuls 
I  think  I  no  more  fhall  complain. 

ft  But  alas  !  what  a  cliange  do  I  5nd,      [fight  ? 
When   my    Shepherd   withdraws   from  my 
My  feats  all  return  to  m.y  mind, 
My  day  is  foon  chang'd  into  night. 


[     130     ] 

Then  Satan  his  efforts  renews, 
To  vex  and  enfnare  me  again  ; 
All  my  pleafing  enjoyments  I  lofe. 
And  can  only  lament  and  complain. 


%  By  thefe  changes  I  often  pafs  thro^ 
1  am  taught  my  own  weaknefs  to  know  ; 
I  am  taught  what  my  Shepherd  can  do. 
And  how  much  to  his  mercy  I  owe  : 
It  is  he  that  fupports  me  thro'  all, 
When  I  faint,  he  revives  me  again  ; 
He  attends  to  my  pray'r  when  I  call, 
And  bids  me  no  longer  complain. 


Wherefore  then  fhould  I  murmur  and  grieve, 
Since  my  Shepherd  is  always  the  fame, 
And  has  promised  he  never  will  leave 
The  foul  that  confides  in  his  name  : 
To  relieve  me  from  all  th;it  I  fear. 
He  was  buffeted,  tempted,  and  flain ; 
And  at  length  he  will  furely  appear,^ 
Tho'  he  leaves  me  a  while  to  complain. 


While  I  dwtll  in  an  enemy's  land, 
Can  I  hope  to  be  always  in  peace  ? 
'Tis  enough  that  my  S  epherd's  at  hand, 
And  that  fhcrtly  this  warfare  will  ceafe  J 
For  ere  long  he  .vill  bid  me  remove 
Frvom  this  region  of  forrov.'  and  pain, 
To  abide  in  his  prefence  above, 
Aiid  then  1  no  more  ihail  complain. 


[     131     ] 

t  WILL  TRUST  AND  NOT  BE   Af%Al1tr 

EGONE  unbelief, 
My  Savioar  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief 
Willfurely  appear: 
By  pray'i  itt  me  \vreflle> 
And  he  will  perform, 
With  Chrift  in  the  veflel, 
I  fmile  at  the  ftorm. 


a  Tho'  dark  be  my  way. 
Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'  ris  mine  lo  obey, 
*rishis  to  provide; 
Tho'  cifterns  be  broken. 
And  creatures  ail  faiL 
The  word  he  has  fpoken 
Shall  furcly  prevail. 


His  love  in  time  paft 
Forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  lad 
In  trouble  to  fink  ; 
Each  fweet  Ebenezer 
I  have  in  review 
Confirms  his  good  pleafure 
1  o  help  me  quite  thro'. 


4  Determin'd  to  fave, 

He  watth'd  o'er  my  path 
When  Satan's  blind  flave, 
I  fporced  with  death  } 


[     132     ] 

And  can  he  have  taught  mc 
To  truft  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  mC; 
To  put  me  to  ihame  ? 


Why  fhould  T  complain 
Of  v,rant  or  diilrefs, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? 
He  told  me  no  lefs ; 
'1  he  heirs  of  falvation, 
I  knew  from  his  \vord» 
Through  much  tribuIatioHj 
Mufl  follow  their  Lord. 


How  bitter  the  cup. 
No  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drunk  q^uite  up. 
That  finners  might  live  ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher^ 
And  darker  than  mine  j 
Did  Jefus  thus  fuller, 
And  Ihall  I  repine  ? 


Since  all  that  T  meet 
Shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  fvveet, 
1  he  med'cine  is  food  ; 
Tho'  painful  at  prefent, 
'Twill  ceafe  before  long, 
And  then,  oh  how  pleafant? 
The  conqueror's  fong  I 


[      133     ] 


THE    VOICE    OF    FREE    GRACE, 

4  '' j   HE  voice  of  Free  Grace,  cries  cfcapc  to 
X.  the  mountain. 

For  Adam's  loft  race  Chrift  has  open'd    a 

fountain 
For  fin  and  tranfgrefiion,  and  every  polUition, 
His  blood  flows  nioft  freely  in  plenteous  re- 
dempti&n. 

Hallelujah  to  the   Lamb  who  purchased 

our  pardon, 
We'll  praifc  him  again  wken  we  pafs  over 

Jordan. 

Z  That  fountain  fo  clear,  In  which  all  may  find 

pardon, 
From  Jefus's  fide  flows  plenteous  redemption ; 
Though  your  fins  were  increas'd  as  high  as  a 

mountain. 
His  blood  it  flows  freely  in  ftreams  of  falva- 

tion. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

^  O!  Jefus  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
O'er  fin,  death  and  hell,  thou  wilt  make  uj 

viAorious  : 
Thy  name  fhall  be  praifed  In  the  great  con- 

grep:aiion, 
And  faints  fhali  delight  in  afcribip.g  falvatlon. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Laaib;  &c. 


E     134    3 

4  When  on  Zion  we  ftand,  having  gain'd  the 

bleft  Ihore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands  we'll  praife  him 

evermore ; 
We'll  range  the  bleft  fields  on  the  bank  of  the 

river, 
And  fmg  hallelujah  for  ever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 


JOY    AND    PEACE    IN    BELIEVtNS. 

t    C  OMETIMES  a  light  fiirprifes 
ij     The  chriftian  while  he  fings  ; 
It  Is  the  Lord  who  rifes 

With  healing  on  his  wings  ; 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  foul  again 
A  feafon  of  clear  ihining, 

To  cheer  It  after  rain. 

S  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  fweetly  then  purfuc 
The  theme  of  God's  falvation, 

And  find  It  ever  new  :  , 
Set  free  from  prefent  forrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  fay, 
£'en  let  th'  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

5   It  can  bring  with  It  nothing 
But  he  can  bear  us  thro' 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 
Will  clothe  his  people  too  : 


r  135  3 


Beneath  the  fpreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens. 

Will  give  his  Children  bread. 

The  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  fhall  bear, 
Tho'  all  the  fields  ihould  wither. 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  : 
Yet  God  the  fame  abiding, 

Hispraife  fhall  tune  my  voice  j 
For  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice* 


HEAR  WHAT   HE  HAS  DONE   FOR    MT    SOUL  J 

I    QAV'D  by  blood  Hive  to  tell, 

O   What  the  love  of  Chrift  has  done ; 
He  rcdeem'd  my  foul  fiom  hell. 

Of  a  rebel  made  a  fon  : 
Oh  !  I  tremble  ftill  to  think 

How  fecure  I  liv'd  in  fin  ; 
Sporting  on  deftru(5lion's  brink, 

Yet  preferv'd  from  failing  in. 

'X  In  his  ov/n  appointed  hour. 

To  my  heart  the  Saviour  fpcke  ; 
TouchVi  r,\e  by  his  fpirit's  pow'r, 

And  my  dang'rous  llumber  broke  ; 
Then  I  faw  and  own'd  my  guilt  : 

Soon  my  gracious  Lord  reply'd— ^ 
*'  Fear  not    I  my  blood  have  fpilt, 

*Twas  for  fuch  as  thee  1  died." 


[     136     3 

J;  Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  Iov«, 

All  at  once  poflefs'd  my  heart ; 
€an  I  hope  thy  grace  to  prove. 

After  acting  fuch  a  part  ? 
"  Thou  haft  greatly  finn'd,  he  faid| 

But  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
I  myfelf  thy  debt  have  paid. 

Now  I  bid  thee  rife  and  live." 

4  Come,  my  fellow  Cnners,  try, 

Jefu's  heart  is  full  of  love  ; 
Oh,  that  you,  as  well  as  I, 

May  his  wond'rcus  mercy  prove  I 
He  has  fent  me  to  declare, 

All  is  ready,  all  is  free  : 
"Why  fhould  any  foul  defpalr. 

When  he  fav'd  a  wretch  like  me. 


HUMILIATION  AND  PRAISE. 
(Imitated from  the  German.  J 

WHEN  the  wounded  fpirit  hears 
The  voice  of  Jefu's  blood  ; 
How  th6  meiHige  flops  the  tears 

Which  elfe  in  vain  had  flow'd  : 
Pardon,  grace,  and  peace  proclaim'd, 

And  the  finner  cali'd  a  child ; 
Then  the  ftubborn  heart  is  tam'd ; 
Renew'd  and  reconcil'd. 


[     137    ] 

t  Oh !  'twas  grace  indeed,  to  fparc 

And  fare  a  wretch  like  me ! 
Men  or  angels  could  not  bear 

What  I  have  offer'd  thee: 
Were  thy  bolts  at  their  command. 

Hell,  ere  now,  had  been  my  place  5 
Thou  alone  fhould  filent  ftand, 

And  wait  to  fhew  thy  grace. 

3  If  In  one  created  mind 

The  tendernefs  and  love 
Of  thy  faints  on  earth  were  join'd. 

With  all  the  hofts  above ; 
Still  that  love  were  weak  and  poor, 

If  compar'd,  my  Lord,  with  thlae ; 
Far  too  fcanty  to  endure 

A  heart  fo  vile  as  mine, 

4  WcndVous  mercy  I  have  found. 

But  ah  !  how  faint  my  praife  ! 
Muft  I  be  a  cumber-ground. 

Unfruitful  all  my  daysf 
Do  1  in  thy  garden  grow, 

Yet  produce  thee  only  leaves  ? 
Lord,  forbid  it  fhould  be  fo  ! 

The  thought  my  fpirit  grieves. 

5  Heavy  charges  Satan  brings, 

'i'o  fill  me  with  diHrefs ; 
Let  nae  hide  beneath  thy  wings. 

And  plead  thy  righteoufnefs : 
Lord  to  thee  for  help  I  call, 

'J  is  thy  promife  bids  me  come  ; 
Tdl  him  thou  haft  paid  for  all, 

And  thou  fhalt  ftrike  him  dumb. 


C     158     ] 


THE    HAPPY    DEBTOR. 

J  rT->EN  thoufand  talents  once  I  owM, 
X       And  nothing  had  to  pay  ; 
But  Jefus  freed  me  from  the  load, 
And  wafh'd  my  debt  away, 

a  Yet  fmce  the  Lord  forgave  my  Cn, 
And  blotted  out  my  fcore ; 
Much  more  indebted  I  have  been 
Than  ere  I  was  before. 

3  My  guilt  is  cancell'd  quite  I  know, 
And  fatisfadion  made; 
But  the  vaft  debt  of  love  I  owe, 
Can  never  be  repaid. 


4 


The  love  I  owe  for  fin  forgiv'n, 

For  power  to  believe, 
For  prefcnt  peace,  and  promis'd  heaven, 

No  angel  can  conceive. 

5  That  love  of  thine  1  thou  finner*s  Friend 

Witnefs'thy  bleeding  heart  ! 
My  little  all  can  ne'er  extend 
To  pay  a  thoufandth  part. 

6  Nay  more,  the  poor  returns  I  make 

I  firO;  from  thee  obtain  •, 
Ard'tii  of  grace,  that  thou  wilt  take 
5uch  poor  returns  again. 


r  139  ] 

7  *Th  well— It  (hall  my  glory  be 
(Let  who  will  boaft  their  ftore) 
In  time,  and  to  eternity, 
To  owe  thee  more  and  more, 


PRAISE  FOR  REDEEMING  LOVE. 

X  T    ET  us  love,  and  fmg,  and  wonder, 

X.J     Let  lis  praife  the  Saviour's  name  I 

He  has  hufli'd  the  law's  loud  thunder. 

He  has  quench'd  mount  Sinai's  flame ; 

He  has  wafli'd  us  with  his  blood, 

He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God. 

a  Let  us  love  the  Lord  who  bought  us, 
Pity'd  us  when  enemies ; 
Cali'd  us  by  his  grace,  and  taught  us. 
Gave  us  ears,  and  gave  us  eyes  : 
He  has  wafli'd  us  with  his  blood, 
He  prefents  our  fouls  to  God. 

3  Let  us  fing,  tho'  fierce  temptation 

Threatens  hard  to  bear  us  down  ! 
Tor  the  Lord,  our  ftrong  falvation. 

Holds  in  view  the  conqu'roi's  crown: 
He  who  wafh'd  us  with  his  blood, 
Soon  will  bring  us  home  to  God^ 

4  Let  us  wonder,  grace  and  juftice, 

Join  and  point  to  mercy's  ftore  ; 
When  thro'  grace,  in  Chrift  our  truft  is, 
Juftice  fmiles  and  afks  no  more, 


[     140     ] 

He  who  wafli'd  us  with  his'  blood, 
Has  ficar'd  cur  way  to  God. 

Let  us  praife,  and  join  the  chorus 

Of  the  faints,  eut.hron'd  on  high  ; 
Here  they  trufted  him  before  us. 
Now  their  praifes  fill  the  iky  : 

"  Thou  hafl  wafu'd  us  with  thy  blood. 
Thou  art  worthy,  Lsnib  of  God  ?" 

Hark  !  the  name  of  Jefus  founde;d 
Loud,  from  golden  harps  above  ! 
Lord,  we  bluih,  and  are  confounded, 
Faint  our  praifes,  cold  our  love ! 

Wafli  oiir  fouls  and  foiigs  with  blood. 
For  by  thee  we  come  to  God. 


1  WILL    PRAISE    THE    LORD  AT    ALL  TIMESt 

I    TT  TIN  FER  has  a  joy  for  me, 

VV       While  the  Saviour's  charms  I  read. 
Lowly  meek,  from  blemifh  free, 
In  the  fnow-drop's  penUve  head. 

a  Spring  return?,  and  brings  along 
Life  invigorating  funs  : 
Hark!   the  turtle's plantive  fong. 
Seems  to  fpeak  his  dying  groans ! 

3  Summer  has  a  thcufand  charms, 
All  exprefilve  of  his  worth  ; 
*Tis  his  fun  that  lights  and  v/arms, 
His  the  air  that  cools  the  cuiih. 


E    141    ] 

4  What,  is  autumn  left  to  fay 

Nothing  of  a  Saviour's  grace  ? 
Yes,  the  beams  of  milder  day. 
Tell  me  of  his  fmiling  face. 

5  Light  appears  with  early  dawn, 

While  the  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 
See  his  bleeding  beauties  drawn 
On  the  blulhcs  of  the  fkics. 

6  Ev'ning,  with  a  filent  pace. 

Slowly  moving  in  the  veft. 
Shews  an  emblem  of  his  grace. 
Points  to  an  eternal  reft, 


PERSEVERANCE. 

1   Ty  EJOICB,  believer,  in  the  Lord, 
Jtx.     Who  make5  «  our  cafe  his  own  ; 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word, 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

a  Tho'  many  foes  befet  your  road. 
And  feeble  is  your  arm  •, 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Chrift  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  (hall  not  faint, 
Or  fainting  fhali  not  die  ! 
jefus,  the  flrength  ofev'ry  faint, 
Will  aid  you  from  ou  hi^b. 


[     142    ] 

4  Tho'  fometimes  unperceiv'd  by  fenfe, 

Faith  fees  him  always  near  ! 
A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defence, 
Then  what  have  you  to  fear  ? 

5  As  farely  as  he  overcame, 

And  triumph'd  once  for  you  ; 
So  lurcly  you  that  love  his  name, 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 


SALVATION. 


I  C  ALVATION!  what  a  glorious  plan; 
O     How  fuited  to  our  need  ! 
The  grace  that  raife»  fallen  man, 
Is  wonderful  indeed. 

a  Twas  •wifdom  form'd  the  vafl  deiign, 
To  ranfom  us  when  left  ; 
And  love's  unfathomable  mine 
Provided  all  the  coft. 


3  Stridl  Juftice,  with  approvlrg  look, 

The  holy  cov'nant  feal'd  ; 
And  truth  and  power  undertook 
The  whole  fiiould  be  fulfiU'd. 

4  Truth,  Wifdom,  Juftice,  PowV  and  Love^ 

In  all  tlieir  glory  Ihone; 
When  Jefus  left  the  courts  above, 
And  died  to  fave  his  own. 


[     143     ] 

J  Truth,  Wifdom,  Juftice,  Pow'r  and  Love, 
Are  equally  difplay'd  ;  a 

Now  Jefus  reigns  enthron'd  above. 
Our  advocate  and  head. 

6  Now  fm  appears  deferving  death, 
Moll  hateful  and  abhor'd ; 
And  yet  the  finner  lives  by  faith, 
And  dares  approach  the  Lord. 


PRAISE   TO  THE  REDEEMER, 

X   "PREPARE  a  thankful  fong, 
XT       To  the  Redeemer's  name ! 
His  praifes  (hould  employ  each  tongue. 
And  every  heart  enflame  ! 

a  He  laid  his  glory  by. 

And  dreadful  pains  endur'd; 
That  rebels,  fuch  as  you  and  1, 
From  wrath  might  be  fecur'dt 

3  Upon  the  crofs  he  died. 

Our  dfcbt  of  fin  to  pay, 
The  blood  and  water  from  his  fide 
Wafh'd  guilt  and  filth  away. 

4  And  now  he  pleading  {lands 

For  us  before  the  throne; 
And  anfwers  all  the  law's  demands, 
With  what  himfeif  hath  done. 


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5  He  fees  us,  "willing  flaves 

to  fin,  and  Satan's  pow'r : 
,  But  with  an  outftretch'd  arm  he  favcB, 
In  his  appointed  hour. 


4  The  holy  Ghoft  he  fends, 

Our  ftubborn  fouls  to  move; 
To  make  his  enemies  his  friends. 
And  conquer  them  by  love. 


7  The  love  of  fin  departs. 

The  life  of  grace  takes  place. 
Soon  as  his  voice  invites  our  hearts 
To  rife  and  feek  his  face. 


I  The  world  and  Satan  rage. 

But  he  their  pow'r  controuls ; 
His  wifdom,  love,  and  truth  engage 
Protedlion  for  our  fouls. 


9  Tho'  prefs'd  we  will  not  yield. 
But  ftiall  prevail  at  length, 
For  Jefus  is  our  fun  and  fliield. 
Our  righteoufnefs  and  flrcngth. 


TO  Aflur'd  that  Chrlft  our  King, 
Will  put  our  foes  to  flight ; 
"We,  on  the  field  of  battle  fing. 
And  triumph,  while  we  fight. 


[      1-io      ] 


THE     HEART    HEALED    BY    MERC^. 

1  Q^l^^  cnfiav'd  me  many  year?, 
O    And  led  me  bound  and  blind, 
'Till  at  length  a  thoufand  fears 

Came  fwarming  o'er  my  mind  ; 
Where  I  faid  in  deep  diftrefs, 

Will  thefe  HujuI  pleafsres  end  ? 
How  fliall  I  fee  lire  my  peace, 

And  make  the  Lord  my  friend  ? 

2  Friends  and  miniftcrs  faid  much, 

The  gofpel  to  enforce  ; 
But  my  blindneis  ftill  was  fuch, 

I  chofc  a  legal  courfe  ; 
Much  1  fafted,  watch'd,  and  ftrove, 

Scarce  would  fliow  my  face  abroad, 
Fear'd,  almoft,  to  fjjeak  or  move, 

A  ftranger  ftill  to  God. 

3  Thus  afraid  to  trud  his  grace, 

Long  time  did  I  rebel  ; 
'Till  defpairing  of  my  cafe, 

Down  at  his  feet  I  fell : 
Then  my  ftubborn  heart  he  broke, 

And  fubdu'd  me  to  hisfway 
By  a  fimpie  word  he  fpoke, 

*'  Thy  fins  are  done  away," 


MAN     BY    NATURE,    GRACB    AND     GLORY. 

I  T    ORD,  what  is  man  ?  Extremes  how  wid« 
_|  J   In  this  myfterious  nature  join  ! 
T 


[     145     ] 

The  flefh  to  worras  and  dud  allied 
The  foul,  immortal  and  divine  ! 

a  Divine  at  firft,  a  holy  flame, 

Kindled  by  the  Almighty's  breath ; 
'Till  ftain'd  by  fin,  it  fcon  became 

The  feat  of  darknefs,  ilrife,  and  death. 

3  But  Jefus,  oh!   amazing  grace! 

Affuin'd  our  nature  as  his  own  ; 
Obey'd  and  fufTcr'd  in  our  place, 

Then  took  it  vv^ith  him  to  his  throne. 

4  Novi',  whnt  is  man,  when  grace  reveals 

The  virtue  of  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
Again  a  iifs  divine  he  feels, 

Dcfpifcs  earth,  and  walks  with  God. 

3   An\  what  in  yonder  realms  above. 
Is  ranfom'd  man  ordain'd  to  be  ? 
With  honour,  holinefs  and  love, 
No  feraph  mor^  aaorn'd  than  he. 

6  Neareft  the  thrcne,  and  firfl  in  fong, 
Man  ihall  his  hallelujahs  raife  ; 
"While  v/cnd'ring  angels  round  him  throng, 
And  fvvell  the  chorus  oi  his  praife. 


THE    CHRISTIAN     TRAVELLER. 

COME  all  ye  weary  travellers, 
Come  let  us  jo  n  and  fing 
The  everiafting  praifes 
Of  Jefni>  Chriil  our  king  ; 


[     147     ] 

We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tirefome,  'tis  true, 
But  fee  how  many  dangers       * 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through 


a  At  firft  when  Jefus  found  us, 

He  cali'd  us  unto  him, 
And  pointed  out  the  dangers 

Of  falling  into  fm  ; 
The  world,  the  fltfli,  and  Satan 

Will  prove  a  fatal  faare, 
Unlefo  we  do  reje6l  them 

By  faith  and  humble  pray'r. 


3  But  by  our  d;fobedience, 

With  forrow  we  confefs, 
Wc  have  had  long  to  wander 

Thro'  this  daik  wildernefs, 
Where  we  might  lung  have  fainted 

On  that  inchanted  ground 
But  now  and  then  a  clurter 

Of  pleafant  grapes  we  found. 


4  The  pleafant  fruits  of  Canaan 

Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace. 
Revive  our  drooping  fpirits. 

And  love  and  ftrength  increafe. 
To  confefs  our  Lord  and  Mafter 

And  run  at  his  command, 
We  haften  on  our  jouriiey, 

Home  to  the  promis'd  land. 


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5  In  faith,  aiid  hope  and  patience, 

Wtr'.'e  made  dow  to  rejoice, 
And  Jcfus  and  his  people 

For  ever  are  our  claoice; 
la  peace  and  confolation 

We  !  ow  are  going  on, 
The  pleafant  way  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jefus  Chriil  is  gon*. 


Sinners,  why  Hand  you  idle, 

While  we  do  march  along  ? 
Has  confcience  never  to!d  ycu 

That  yoa  were  doing  wrong? 
Down  the  broad  road  to  darknefs, 

To  bear  an  endlefs  cuife, 
Forfake  your  ways  cf  finn'ng, 

And  come  along  with  us. 


7    But  if  ycu  will  refufe  it, 

We  bid  you  all  farewell; 
We're  on  the  road  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  road  to  hell; 
We're  forry  thus  to  leave  you. 

Had  rather  you  would  go  ; 
Come  try  your  bleeding  Saviour, 

And  fe-^i  falvaiion  flow. 


X  Rr;perrt,  and  be  converted 
Before  it  is  to  late ; 
O !  finners  be  alarmed 

To  henr  your  difmal  ftatc; 


[     14.9     ] 

Turn  to  the  Lord  by  praying, 
And  daily  fearch  his  wora, 

And  never  reft  contented 

'Till  you  have  found  the  Lord. 

6  Now  to  the  King-  immortal, 

Give  everiafting  praife, 
All  in  his  holy  fervice 

We  wilh  to  fpcnd  our  days: 
'Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

That  happy  world  above, 
In  everiafting  praiiVs, 

To  fmg  redeeming  love. 


FRIENDSHIP  AND   LOVE. 

I   'T^'HE  reafon  we  love  friendfhip 
i     We  will  deny  to  no  man, 
How  fhail,  how  fhail,  how  Ihall  we 

Who  are  thus  form'd  for  happinefs. 
E'er  flight  a  loving  chriftian  ; 

Since  Jefus,  Jcfu.s  hath  dy'd  on  the  tree, 
To  refcue  fmful  men 

From  violence  and  treafon. 
That  we  might  love  each  other, 

And  fcek  our  foul's  falvation  : 
'Twas  love  that  mov'd  the  wighty  God 

For  to  redeem  the  nations, 

1  hat  happy,  happy  we  might  be. 

»  On  the  feaft  day  of  antient  times, 
Jefus  flood  thus  crying 
Whofo  thirfteth  let  ev'ry  one 
Come  unto  me  and  freely  drink, 


[      150     ] 

And  thus  be  fav'd  from  dying, 

For  furely,  furely,  there's  nothing  elfe  can 

Quench  the  immortal  flame 
That  in  your  heart  is  glowing. 

Then  come  and  tafte  the  ftreams  of  grace 
Which  are  fo  freely  flowing, 
Saying,  drink  my  love,  my  only  dove, 

For  you  they  now  are  flowing, 
Then  happy,  happy  you  ihall  be. 

3  Let  us  who  have  begun  to  tafte 

The  fwects  of  this  falvation, 

Follow,  follow,  let  us  follow  on, 
Believing  we  Ihall  overcome, 
Refifting  all  temptation, 

Since  Jefus,  Jefus,  fince  Jefus  the  Son, 
With  out-ilretch'd  arms  expanded. 

And  voice  that's  fo  inviting, 
To  purling  flreams  of  pureft  joys 

Is  thus  our  fouls  exciting  : 
Let  us  impart  to  him  our  heart, 

By  faith  and  love  uniting; 

Then  happy,  happy  we  lliall  be. 


Friendship  and  Lov:, — Part  II. 

THE  facred  ties  of  friendfhip 
Unite  all  loving  chriftians. 
In  glory,  in  glory  they  fhail  live  ; 
No  time  or  place  fliall  change  them. 
And  death  fhall  ne'er  difTolve  them. 
United,  united  are  they  that  believe, 


[    isi    ] 

When  Gabriel's  trumpet  founding, 
And  conquer'd  death  refigning. 
'1  he  fcatter'd  duft  uniting, 
The  foul  and  body  joining. 
All  join  the  great  proctiTion, 
And  glory  realizing, 

i  hen  happy,  happy  we  fliall  be. 


Z  The  blifs  exquifife  flowing, 
The  friends  of  Jefus  lliouting; 

Such  raptures,  raptures  flow  from  his  word? 
The  angels  join  in  concert. 
While  Jefus  ftands  inviting, 

Come,  coniC  on  ye  blefftd  of  the  Lord, 
Behold  the  crowns  of  glory 

And  faints  and  angels  meeting. 
And  living  ftreams  of  pureft  joys 
For  ever  are  increaling  ; 

In  auure  fields  for  ever  range; 
And  view  a  fmi'ing  Jefus. 

Then  happy,  happy  we  fhall  be. 


3  The  finner's  now  lamenting. 
He  fees  the  grand  prcc(  flion 

A  marching,  marching    to  the    dazzling 

[throne ; 
His  frightful  foul  alarmed. 
With  ftartied  eyes  amazed. 

Farewell,  farewell,  I  am  for  ever  gone  ; 
Behold  a  godly  father  ! 
And  there  a  pious  mother — 
How  did  they  pray  together, 


[      153      ] 

Thpy  float  on  ftreams  of  pleafure  ! 

And  I  am  loll  for  ever, 

On  waves  of  endlefs  forrow, 

Then  tor raent,  torment  is  for  ever  mine. 


JUDGMENT. 

I  comes!  he  comes'  the  trumpet  found 
And  loudly  rend  the  vaft  profound; 
Earth,  fea,  and  (ky  aftonifft'd  iiiake  : 
1  o  judgment  come — ye  dead  awake  ! 

a  Behold,  behold  what  myriads  rife  ! 
See  !  fee  what  glory  fills  the  fkies  : 
The  drear'fHl  voiumts  open  fnine  ; 

0  I  mercy,  Lord — for  mercy's  thine. 

3  The  hour,  the  awful  hour  is  come, 
Fix'd,  ever  fix'd  is  human  doom  ; 

The  earth  diffolves,  hcav'n  melts  away : 
O  fhieid  me,  Saviour,  in  that  day. 

4  Lo  !  he  afcends,  to  heaven  afcends, 
With  his  triumphant-  right-hand  friends: 
Time,  death,  and  hell,  expiring  lye, 
And  goodticfs  fills  eternity. 

5  The  Father  blef<^ — the  Son  adore, 

1  he  Spirit  praife  for  evermore  : 
Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done: 
We  v.relcome  thee,  great  Ihree  One 


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SHOUTING   god's   PRAISE. 

^   ^\   God  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 
V  ^   That  I  may  in  thy  hoiy  name 
Aloud  in  foiigs  of  praife  rejoice, 
While  I  ha^'c:  breath  to  raife  my  voice : 
Then  will  ]  fiiout,  then  will  I  fuig, 
And  make  the  heav'n'.y  arches  ting: 
I'll  Ciug  and  fhout  for  evermore 
On  that  eternal  happy  fhore. 

t  O  !  Jefus,  hope  of  .Cflory,  come, 

And  m.vke  my  h.-art  thy  humble  home; 
For  the  fhcrt  remnant  of  my  days, 
I  want  to  fmg  and  fiiout  thy  pra'ife ; 
I  want  to  pray,  atid  never  ceafc, 
And  live  rejoicing  in  thy  peace, 
And  to  give  thanljs  in  ev'ry  thing-, 
And  fii)g  and  ihout,  and  fhout  and  fing. 

-3  When  on  my  dyinor  hed  I  lay, 

Lord  give  me  ftrenjrth  to  fhout  and  r.ray. 
And  praife  thee  wi'-h  my  bteft  breath, 
Unril  my  voice  is  ioil  i?i  death  : 
Then  fifters,  brothers,  fhouting  come, 
My  body  follow  to  the  tomb, 
Ai'd  as  you  m  ,rch  the  foleum  road, 
Sing  loud,  and  fhout  the  praife  of  God. 

4  Then  you  below,  and  T  above, 

Will  fing  and  fhout  the  God  we  love, 
U 


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Until  that  great  and  awful  day, 
When  Chrift  fliall  call  our  flumb'ring  clay  ; 
Then  from  our  dufty  beds  we'll  fpring, 
And  ihnut  '-O  Death  where  is  thy  fiing  ? 
"  O  Grave  where  is  thy  victory  ?" 
We'll  fliout  to  all  eternity. 

5  Our  race  Is  run  we've  gain'd  the  prize, 
•'  Well  done!"  the  iovereign  of  the  ikies 
Will  fmillng  to  his  children  fay, 
«<  Come  reign  with  me  in  endkfs  day ;" 
Then  on  that  happy,  happy  fhore, 
We'll  fing  and  ftiout,  for  tn'ermore  ; 
We'll  fing  and  fliout,  and  fliout  and  fing^ 
And  make  all  heav'n  with  praifes  ring. 


MIDNIGHT   MEDITATION. 


'HY  dally  mercies,. oh  my  God, 
My  waking  thoughts  employ  ; 
And  while  I  meditate  on  thee, 
My  heart  is  fiU'd  with  joy. 


1 


a  Thou  giv'ft  me  reft  upon  my  bed. 
Soft  flumbers  to  my  eyes  •, 
Thy  goodnefs  is  again  renew'd, 
When  in  the  morn  I  rife. 

3  Throughout  thebus'nefs  of  the  day, 
Thine  arm  doth  me  uphold  ; 
Amidfl.  the  terrors  of  the  night, 
Thy  prefence  makes  me  bold. 


[      ^S3     ] 

4  Whether  in  ficknefsor  In  health, 

i  hy  grace  doth  me  fuftain  ; 
Let  me,  oh  Lord,  thy  favour  have, 
And  I  fhail  ne'er  complam. 

5  Aided  by  thee,  I  need  not  fear 

The  pow'rs  of  rich  or  grent ; 
Their  pomp  and  wealth  I  covet  not, 
Nor  envy  all  their  ftate. 

6  Although  the  fig  tree  hloffom  not, 

Nor  vineyard  yield  increafe, 
In  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
To  joy  1  will  not  ceafe. 

7  Although  the  world  by  ftorm.sbe  tofs'd. 

And  crumble  into  dull ; 
Yet  flill  in  thee,  my  only  hope, 
1  willfecurely  trufl. 


THE    MEANS    OF    GRACE. 

1  f^  OME  and  tafte  akng  with  me, 
Vw>    Confolation  runniuj;  free, 
From  our  Father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey- comb. 

2  Why  ftiould  chriftians  feaft  alone, 
Two  are  better  far  thin  ont  ; 

The  more  that  come  with  free  good  will, 
Make  the  banquet  I'wcetcr  ftiii. 


[     156     ] 

3  Now  I  ^o  to  heav'n's  door, 
Afking  for  a  litcle  more  ; 
Jefus  gives  a  doujjle  fliare, 
Calling  me  his  chofen  heir. 

4  Goodnefs  running  like  a  ftream, 

Thro'  rhe  new  Jerufalem  ; 
^nd  by  conftant  breaking  f^rth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  both. 


5  Now  my  body  doth  its  befl:. 

For  to  keep  me  back  from  Chrifl  ? 
I've  a  treafure  coming  in, 
Which  is  oppofite  to  fin. 

6  Ginful  nature,  prone  to  vice. 
Cannot  ftop  the  force  of  grace, 
Whilit  there  is  a  God  tp  give, 
And  a  finner  to  receive. 

7  J^aints  in  glory  finging  loud 
In  t'le  praifes  of  their  God, 
Now^  come  in  at  Heav'n's  door. 
Making  ftill  the  number  more. 

8  Heav'n's  here  and  Heav'n's  there. 
Comfort  flowing  every  where, 

'i  his  I  boldly  do  confefs, 
That  my  foul  has  got  a  taftc. 

9  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  bani^uet  of  perfume, 


[     157     ] 

Finding  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  feat  of  God. 

10  O  return  ye  fons  of  grace. 
Turn  and  fee  God's  fmiling  face ; 
Hark!  he  calls  backfliders  home, 
Then  from  him  no  longer  roam. 


ZION   S     TRAVELLERS. 

I  npELL  us,  O  women,  we  would  know 
A     Whither  fo  faft  ye  move  ? 
We,  call'd  to  leave  this  world  below, 
Are  feeking  one  above. 

^  Whence  came  ye,  fay,  and  what  the  placa 
'1  hat  ye  are  trav'ling  from  ? 
From  tribulation,  we, thro'  grace, 
Are  now  returning  home. 

3  Is  not  your  native  dwelling  here, 

Like  you  not  this  abode  ? 
We  feek  a  better  country  far, 
A  city  built  by  God. 

4  Thither  we  travel,  nor  intend 

Short  of  that  blifs  to  refl : 
Kor  we,  'till  in  the  fmner's  friend, 
Our  wearied  fouls  are  bleft. 

CHORUS. 

Friends  of  the  bridegrooih  wc  fliall  reign, 

Saviour  we  afk  no  more  : 
Hail  Lamb  of  God  for  fmners  flain 

Whom  Hcav'n  and  earth  adore. 


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TRIUMPHANT. 

COME  angels  fcize  your  harps  of  gold, 
7  he  fong  of  love  to  man  unfold ; 
Afiifl  our  joys  exalt  your  praife, 
Another  finner  fav'd  by  grace. 
Glory,  glory  let  us  fing, 
While  heav'n  and  earth  with  glory  ring, 
Hofannah  to  the  Lamb  cf  God. 


a  A  leper  wafli'd  from  ev'ry  {lain. 
Requires  a  higher,  louder  drain  : 

'i  he  fpirit's  ilamp'd  and  feal'd  within, 
1  he  blood  of  Chriil  ha:h  cleans'd  from  fin  ! 
Satan  feels  his  pow'r  is  gone, 
-Ke  falls  like  lightning  fromliis  throne. 
Hofannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God. 


3  Come  let  us  fmg,  and  pray  and  praife, 
For  foon  this  waring  ilrife  fhall  ceafe  ; 

When  loll  in  love,  o'er  ivhelm'd  with  God. 
With  Chrifl  we.  take  cur  blell  abode  : 
Hark!    the  truviipet  fpeaks him  nigh, 
Hark  !  hark  !  he  comes,  while  myriads  cry 
Hofannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 


We, little  flock,  by  allcontemn'd, 
O'erlook'd,  unknown,  defpis'd  condemn'd, 
With  names  traduc'd  and  lives  abhor'<3, 
Wefuffjr  with  our  murder'd  Lord, 
If  the  flames,  afcend  the  higher. 
We'll  fing  triumph:':nt  in  the  fire, 

Hofannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God. 


[     159     ] 

EVENING   HYMN. 

I   *'  I  'HE  night  draws  on,  T  mufl  away, 
X     With  hallelujahs  clofe  the  day  ; 
The  fun  fets  in  the  w£ft<;rn  flcies, 
I  never  more  may  fee  him  rife. 

a  Arch  angels  chaunt  your  anthems  high, 
While  on  my  grave-like  bed  I  lie ; 
Your  purple  pinions  fprcad  arouud, 
And  let  my  fleep  be  fweet  and  found, 

3  And  if  1  wake  before  the  light, 
Clad  in  the  manfions  of  the  night, 
ri)  think  the  laft  great  day  is  near. 
The  trumpet  founds,  and  all  appear. 

4  Ye  fons  of  men  no  longer  dream; 
Your  life  is  like  the  r.olling  ftream, 
Like  yefterday  'tis  pall  and  gone; 
Prepare  to  meet  the  great  Three  One. 


ON  THE  MLLENIUM. 

THAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigb, 
When  Zion's  light  Ihall  fliine  ; 
She  fhall  arife  and  fhine  on  high, 

Bright  as  the  mornin?  fun 
The  north  and  fouth  their  funs  refign, 

And  earth's  foundation  bend; 
Chrifl:,  like  a  comely  bride  adorn'd, 
Ail-glorious  Ihali  defcead. 


[    ieo    ] 

a  The  king  that  wears  the  glorious  crown, 

The  azu.'-e  flamino^  bow, 
That  holy  city  fhall  bring  down, 

I  o  b'efs  his  faints  below. 
When  Zinn's  bleeding  conqu'ring  king 

Shall  fin  and  death  df.ftroy, 
The  morning  ftars  together  fino-, 

And  Z:on  ihouts  for  joy. 


The  holy  bright  mufician  band. 

Who  pJay  on  harps  of  gold, 
In  hoiy  order  fee  they  ftand, 

Fair  Salem  to  behold. 
Afcending  on  Inch  melting  ftrains, 

Jehovah's  name  they  bear, 
Such  fhouts  thro'  earth's  extenfive  plains 

Were  never  heard  before. 


4  Let  Satan  rsfye  and  boaft  no  more. 

Nor  think  his  reigning  long. 
The  faints,  tho'  feeble  weak  and  poor, 

Their  great  Redeemer's  ftrong. 
He  is  their  fhicld  and  hiding  place, 

A  covert  from  the  wind, 
A  fomitain  in  the  wiidernefs, 

Throughout  theweatv  land. 


5  The  chryftal  ftreams  run  down  from  heav'n 
'■  hey  ilTuc  from  the  throne. 
The  floods  of  ftrife  away  are  driv'n 
Ihe  church  becomes  but  one. 


[     161     ] 

That  peaceful  union  we  {hall  know, 

And  live  upon  his  love, 
And  Ihou;  and  fing  of  grace  below. 

As  angels  do  above. 

6  A  thoufand  years  fhall  roll  around, 

1  he  church  ihall  be  complete, 
Call'd  by  the  glorious  trumpet  found. 

Their  Saviour  Chrill  to  meet, 
They  rife  with  joy,  and  mount  on  high, 

They  fly  to  Jtfus'  arms, 
And  gaZ'   with  wonder  and  delight. 

On  their  beloved's  charms, 

7  Like  apples  fair  his  beauties  are, 

To  feed  and  cheer  the  mind, 
No  earrhly  Iruit  can  fo  recruit. 

Nor  flaggons  full  of  wine. 
Their  troubles  o'er,  they  grieve  m  more, 

But  fing  in  ilrains  of  joy. 
In  raptures  fweet,  and  hlifs  complete. 

They  feail  and  never  cloy. 


CHRIST  THE  APPT.E  TREE. 

1  'T~^HE  tree  of  life  my  foul  hath  feer, 

X     Laden  with  fruit  and  always  green, 
The  trees  of  nature  fruitlefs  he, 
Compar'd  with  Chrift,  the  apple  trt#. 

2  His  beauty  doth  al)  things  excel. 
By  faiih  Ikuow,  but  ne'er  can  ttll 


[     162     ] 

The  glory  which  I  now  do  fee, 
In  Jtfus  Chrift  the  apple  tree. 

3  '  ris  happinefs  which  I  have  fought ; 
And  pleafure  dearly  have  I  bought; 
I've  mifs'd  of  all,  bu:  now  I  fee 

'Tis  found  in  Chrift  the  apple  tree. 

4  I'm  weary  of  my  former  toil, 
Here  I  will  fit  and  reil  a  while, 
Under  the  fhadow  I  will  be, 
Of  Jefus  Chrift  the  apple  tree. 

5  With  great  delight  I'll  make  my  ftay. 
There's  none  fhail  fright  my  foul  away  ; 
Among  the  fons  of  men  I  fee, 
There's  none  like  Chrift  the  apple  tree, 

6  I'll  fit  and  eat  this  fruit  divine, 

It  cheers  my  heart  like  holy  wine  : 
And  now  the  fruit  is  fweet  to  me. 
That  grows  on  Chrift,  the  apple  tree. 

7  This  fruit  doth  make  my  foul  to  thrive 
And  keeps  my  dying  faith  alive ; 

It  makes  my  foul  in  hafte  to  be 
"With  Jefus  Chrift,  the  apple  tree. 


SALVATION   TO  OUR   KING. 

X    /^OME  all  yc  mourning  pilgrims  now, 
KJ  The  joyful  news  Til  tell, 


[     163     ] 

The  Lord  hath  fent  falvatlon  down. 
To  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

The  angels  brought  the  tidings  down, 
To  fhepherds  in  the  field, 

Ihat  God  to  men  isreconcil'd, 
His  Son  to  men  reveal'd. 


CHORUS. 

Sing  glory,  honour  to  the  Lord, 
Salvation  to  our  Kin<T, 

Let  all  that's  wafli'd  in  Jeffs'  blood, 
His  glorious  praifes  fing. 

Come  all  ye  poor  defpifed  fouls. 

Unto  his  fold  repair, 
Where  God  his  boundlcfs  love  unfolds, 

And  fays  he'll  meet  you  there. 
Hib  glorious  prcfence  fills  our  fouls, 

With  fongs  of  loudeft  praife, 
Let  all  that  want  a  Saviour  dear, 

Their  hearts  and  voices  raife. 

Sing  glory,  honour,  &ic. 


3  There's  glory,  glory  In  my  foul. 

It  came  from  heav'n  above. 
Which  makes  me  praife  my  God  fo  bold, 

And  his  d;ar  c!;ildren  love. 
I'll  ferve  the  bleeding  Lamb  of  God, 

I  love  his  ways  fo  well, 
Bccaufe  his  precious  blood  was  fpilt 

To  fave  my  foul  from  hell- 

Sing  glory,  honour,  &c. 


[     164     ] 

When  weeping  Mary  came  to  feek 

Her  Lord  with  a  perfume, 
The  wrapper  and  the  fheet  flie  found 

Together  in  the  tomb 
The  angel  faid  he  is  not  here, 

He's  rilen  from  the  dead  ; 
And  itreams  of  grace  to  Cnnersflow, 

As  free  as  did  his  biood. 

CHORUS. 

Sing  glory,  honour  to  my  God, 
He's  now  upon  his  throne, 

And  bringing  foreign  flrangers  home. 
And  claims  them  for  his  own. 


CHRIST    THE    FOUNTAIN. 

1    T  N  the  houfe  of  king  David  a  fountain  did 
1  fpring, 

For  fin  and  uncleannefs  from  Jefus  our  King  ; 
This  fountain  flows  fweetly  whenever  applied, 
Itfprangfrom  the  bowels  of  Chrift  when  he 
died. 

a  Come  all  ye  that  have  bath'd  in  the  fountain 

of  love, 
And  have  wifh'd  that  great  burden  of  guilt  to 

remove  : 
Let's  join  to  praife  Jefus  as  long  as  we've 

breath. 
And  after  we  are  laid  in  the  dull  of  the  earth. 


[      165     ] 

3  There  weihallflcep  but  not  always  remain, 
We  look  for  the  coming  of  Jc-fas  again  ; 
When  awakM  by  the*,  trumpet  we  lay  by  our 

flirouds, 
And  arilc   to   meet  Jefus   our  Lord  m  the 
clouds. 

4  How  we  Ihall  be  fafliloned  he  does  not  dc- 

But  we  {hall  be  like  him  when  he  doth  ap- 
pear ; 
And  that  happy  moment  I'm  longing  to  fee, 
When  I  fliall  be  perfedly  happy  in  thee. 

5  Lord  Jefus,  I  love  thee,  thou  knoweft  full 

w^ell, 
Affift  me  to  conquer  the  powers  of  hell ; 
Tho'  Satan  he  rages  and  frightens  me  too, 
Lord  Jefus  proted  me,  and  bring  me  fafe 

rfirough. 


CHRIST    THE    ROCK. 

1  TTTE'VE  found  the  rock,  the  travellers 
VV  cry'd. 

The  ftonethat  all  the  prophets  try'd  : 
Come  children  drink  the  balmy  dew, 
'Twas  Chrift  that  fhed  his  blood  for  you. 

a  This  coftly  mixture  cures  the  foul. 
Which  fin  and  guilt  had  made  fo  foul. 


[    lee    ] 

0  that  you  would  believe  in  God, 

And  walh  in  Chrifl's  moft  precious  Mood. 

3  O  hearken  children  !  Chrift  is  come, 

1  he  bride  is  ready,  let  us  run, 
Tm  glad  I  ever  faw  this  day, 

That  we  might  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

4  Theresa  glory,  glory  in  my  foul. 
Come  mourner  feel  the  current  roll, 
Welcome  dear  friends, 'tis  known  to  night, 
It  fliines  around  with  dazzling  light. 

5  And  in  this  light  we'll  foar  away. 
Where  there's  no  night  but  lafiing  day, 
O  children,  children,  bear  the  crofs, 
And  count  the  wcrld  below  as  drofs. 

6  We'll  bear  the  crofs  and  wear  the  crown. 
And  by  our  Father's  fide  fit  down, 

His  grace  will  feed  our  hungry  fouls. 
Where  love  divine  for  ever  roils. 

7  His  urey  chariots  make  their  way. 
To  welcome  us  to  cndlefs  day  ; 
There  glict'ring  millions  we  fhal!  join. 
To  praife  the  Prince  of  David's  line. 


CHRIST    S    LOVE    REVEALED. 

I   T7AR  above  yon  glorious  ceiling 
J?       Of  the  azure  vaulted  ficy, 
Jcfus  fits  his  love  revealing 


[     167     ] 

To  his  fplendid  troops  on  high, 
Hods  feraphic  humbly  bowing. 

At  his  feet  they  pollrate  fall,^ 
Saints  and  angels  all  avowing, 

God  in  Chrift  is  ail  in  all. 


a  Would  we  leave  our  foolifh  dreaming 

Of  a  fancied  Heaven  below. 
And  fee  Jefu's  glory  beaming, 

Hov/  our  fouls  would  long  to  go. 
Earth  by  us  would  then  be  fpurn'd, 

All  its  vanity  fubfide  ; 
Fuel  fit  for  to  be  burn'd, 

All  its  honours  pleafures,  pride. 


From  the  general  conflagration. 

We  fhould  to  God's  refuge  fly, 
Clafp  the  hope  of  ou'  falvation, 

Live  in  Chrift,  in  Jefas  die. 
We  in  him  our  reft  regaining. 

Ail  its  blefTednefs  fiiould  prove; 
O'er  our  foes  viiflorious  reigning, 

Perfcded  in  fpotlefs  love. 


4  We  fhould  for  the  day  be  waiting, 

When  the  full  reward  is  given, 
When  the  glorious  work's  completed, 

Jefds  takes  his  church  to  Heaven, 
Pure  from  every  ftain  of  nature, 

There  in  hollnefs  to  fhine. 
Moulded  like  its  great  Creator, 

All  immortal,  all  divine. 


[     168     ] 


'SUSDAY    KTMN. 

jUR  Lord  isris'n  indeed, 
And  bids  his  members  rife. 
Ye  faints  by  Jefus  freed, 

Purfue  him  to  the  flcies. 
This  13  tlie  day  the  Lord  hath  made. 
Rejoice,  and  be  for  ever  glad. 


a  On  this  triumphant  cay, 
Peculiar  his  own; 
He  cp.Ilfi  his  church  to  pray, 

And  fing  around  his  throne. 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  harh  made. 
Rejoice,  and  be  for  ever  glad. 


3  Jeftis  to  D?  impart 

Thy  refurciiion"';  power, 
And  teach  our  quioken'd  heart, 

Its  living  I^grd  t'  adore  ; 
To  vie  v.'ith  the  rGe'^reni'd  above, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  pard'ning  love. 


4  Ushy  thy  pence  aiTure, 

Thou  doit  our  fins  Inrgi^-c; 
And  then  our  fpirits  pure. 

Unto  thyft  if  receive, 
To  keep  ih.e  day  ot  reft  above, 
Rejoici;;g  in  tiiy  hcav'nly  love. 


L      169     J 


HEATENLy    BLISS. 

WHAT  hath  the  world  to  rqual  this. 
The  folid  peace,  the  heavenly  blifs 
The  joy  immortal,  life  divine, 
The  love  of  Jefus,  ever  mine  ; 
Greater  joys  I'm  born  to  knovi', 
From  terreftrial 
To  celeflial, 
When  I  up  to  Jefus  go. 


When  I  fhall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay, 
The  glorious  angels  fhall  convey 

Upon  their  golden  wings  fliall  I 

Be  wafted  far  above  the  flcy, 
There  behold  him  free  from  harms ; 

Beauty  vernal. 

Spring  eternal, 
In  my  lovely  Jefu's  arms. 


There  in  fweet  filent  rapture  wait, 
Till  the  faints'  number  is  complete, 

'i  ill  the  laft  trump  of  God  fliall  found, 
Break  up  the  graves  and  tear  the  ground; 
Then  defcending  with  the  Larab, 
Every  fpirit 
Shall  inherit 
Bodies  of  eternal  frame. 


170 


THK    DAY   O?   JUDGMENT. 

T    O  I  v/e  fee  the  fign  appearirig, 
A._j   jcfus  comes  the  Judge  fevere, 
HiU  is  tremblirij^,  earth  is  quakii.g, 
pinners  ihrink  with  awful  fear. 
Come  to  Jufijjment 
Stand  your  awlul  doom  to  hear. 


See  !  the  world  In  flame  a  burning, 
Hills  and  mountains  fly  away. 

The, moon  in  blood  the  flars  a  flaming, 
Comets  blazing  through  the  iky, 
Thunder  rolling  ! 

Sinners  now  for  heip  do  cry. 


3   From  the  general  corflngation, 

Mounts  the  righteous  up  on  high, 
Gain  the  hope  of  their  falvation, 
.  Live  wirh  God  no  more  to  die, 
Halleiujah, 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  they  cry, 


4   Stop  my  foul  lor.k  back  and  wonder. 
See  the  t?,'icked  Itft  behind, 
Hv-^vr  tl^em  crying,  weeping,  wailing. 
For  a  moment's  eafe  to  find  ; 
Do;>m'd  to  forrow. 
In  the  lake  of  hell  confin'd 


[      171      J 


MOURNING    FOR    AN    ABSENT     SAVIC^'R. 

I    T^EAREST  Jefiis  though  unfeeE, 

1^    My  believing  heart  mult  love  thee  ; 
Poor  defpiftd  Nazarene ; 

A  true  and  couftant  friend  I  prove  thee, 
Sinking  in  thy  balmy  name, 
O  how  I  love  my  dearefl  Lamb. 

a  Night  and  day  I  vent  my  ligh, 

Languiihing  to  fte  my  Saviour, 

With  warm  heart  and  vvond  ring  eye, 

I  view  my  dy:ng  L  rd  lor  ever, 

Here  I  ahvays  would  abide, 

O  this  I  chufe  and  nought  bciide. 

3  Like  the  widow'd  turtle  dove, 

I,  dear  lovi'ly  Lamb,  mourn  for  thee 
Pants  my  loul  thy  love  to  prove, 

Crying  O  myGodreftore  me 
To  thy  prefence  fwcet  and  fair, 
O  how  1  long  to  meet  thee  there. 

4  Every  moment  feems  an  age, 

Till  thy  prefence  fliall  relieve  me, 
Till  thy  grace  my  woes  afl'uage. 

And  thy  abfence  no  more  grieve  me  : 
Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding  Lamb, 
O  how  thy  prefence  feeds  the  flame. 

5  O'er  the  hills  I  fee  him  come, 

Quick  as  darts  the  piercing  lightning, 


[      1^2     ] 

Scattered  o'er  the  horrid  gloom  : 

All  thy  joys  are  quick  and  brightning. 
Welcome,  we  come,  bleeding  Lamb, 
O  how  I  love  thy  dear  eft  name. 


RECRUITING     HYMN. 

CHRIST  is  fet  en  Zion's  hill, 
He  receiveth  finners  ftill  ; 
V/ho  will  ferve  this  bicffed  King, 
Ccme  enlirt  and  with  me  ling. 
I  his  foldier  fure  fhall  be, 
Hifpy  in  eternity. 

1  by  faith  enlifted  am, 
In  the  fervlcc  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Prefent  pay  I  now  receive, 
future  happinefs  he'll  give. 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

Z-on'sKino;  my  Captain  is, 
Ccnqucft  I  fliall  never  mifs, 
Let  the  fiends  of  hell  engage, 
Fret  and  foam,  and  roar  and  rage. 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

I  pf  the  world  their  forces  join, 
V.irh  the  fiends  of  hell  conibine  ; 
Greater  is  my  King  than  they, 
Through  him,  I  fhall  win  the  day. 
I  hig  foldier,  &c 


[     173     ] 

5  Wicked  men  I  fcorn  to  fear, 
Though  they  perftcute  me  here  ; 
True,  they  may  the  body  kill, 
But  my  King's  on  Zion's  hill. 

1  his  foldicr,  &c. 

6  What  a  Captain  have  I  got; 
Is  not  mine  a  happy  lot  : 

Hear,  ye  worldlings  !   hear  my  fong, 
1  his,  the  language  of  my  tongue. 

1  his  foldier,  &c. 

7  When  this  life's  fhort  fpace  is  o'er, 
I  fhall  live  to  die  no  more ; 
Therefore  will  I  take  the  fword. 
Fight  for  Jcfus  Chrift  my  Lord. 

I  his  foldier,  &c, 

8  Come  ye  wordlings,  come  enlift, 
Tis  the  voice  of  Jefus  Chrift  ; 
Whofoever  will,  may  come, 
Jefus  Chrift  refufeth  none. 

I  his  foldier,  &c. 

9  Jefus  is  my  Captain's  name. 
Now  as  yefterday  the  fame  ; 
In  his  name  1  notice  give, 
All  who  come  he  will  receive. 

I  his  foldicr,  &c. 

10  Be  perfuaded,  take  his  pay, 
All  your  lins  he'll  wafh  away  ; 


[     174     ] 

Now  in  Jefu's  name  believe, 
Future  happinefb  he'll  give  ; 

Yes  in  heav'n  you  fure  fhallbe, 
Piajfing  Cod  eternally. 


Recruiting  Hymn Part  II • 

I    pROTHER  foldier  ftiU  fight  on, 
J^y  Till  the  battle  thou  haft  %von  ; 
The  great  Captain  thou  didft  chufe, 
Never  did  a  battle  lofe. 

We  his  foldiers  fure  fhali  be 
Happy  iu  eternity. 

a   Advocates  for  fin  do  fay 
We  can  never  win  the  day  ; 
Would  difcourage  all  the  hoft. 
Meanly  yield — the  battle's  ioH. 

We  his  foldiers,  &c. 

3  T  hey  that  do  his  heft  defy. 
Shall  before  his  prefence  fly  ; 
If  we  on  our  Captain  zd\\f 
They  like  Jericho  Ihall  fall. 

We  his  foldier,  &c. 

4  Still  fight  on  and  you  mall  fee 
A\\  thefons  of  Anak  flee, 

Fear  them  not,  tho'  they  be  tall, 
Our  great  Captain  conquers  all. 

More  th  'n  conq'rors  we  fliall  be 

Happy  thro'  eternity. 


[      175      ] 


A  SONG  or  PRAISE   TO  JESUS. 

J[OW  in  a  fong  of  tjrateful  praifo, 

I'o  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  Di  raife, 
With  ail  the  faints  I'll  join  to  teil 
My  Jcius  has  done  all  things  well 

■2  All  worlds  his  glorious  power  confcfs; 
His  wifJom  all  his  works  cxprcfs  ; 
But,  O  his  love  I  what  tongue  can  tell. 
My  jefus  has  done  ail  things  well 

3  1  fpurn'd  his  grace — I  broke  his  laws, 
But  yet  he  undertook  my  caufe, 

To  lave  me  tho'  I  did  rebel ; 

My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 

4  At  laft  my  foul  has  known  his  love ; 
What  mercy  has  he  made  me  prove  ! 
Mercy  which  does  ail  praife  excel ; 
My  Jtfus  has  done  ail  things  well. 

5  If  e'er  my  Saviour  and  my  God 
Did  on  me  lay  his  chaft'ning  rod, 
I  knew  whatever  me'befel, 

My  Jefus  would  do  all  things  well. 

6  Though  many  a  firey  flaming  dart 
Be  aim'd  to  wound  me  to  the  heart ; 
With  this  I  all  their  rage  expel, 
My  Jcfub  hiis  done  all  things  well. 


[     1^6     ] 

7  Oft  times  my  Lord  his  face  did  hide, 
To  make  me  pray  or  kill  my  pride  ; 
Yet  on  my  mind  it  ftiil  doth  dwell, 
My  Jefus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

X  Soon  I  {hall  pafs  the  v.il  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  reiign  my  breath  ; 
Then,  then  my  happy  foul  fnall  tell, 
My  Jefus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

9   And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rlfe» 
And  join  fweet  feraphs  in  the  Ikies  ; 
Above  the  reft  this  note  (hall  fwell, 
My  jefus  ha«  done  all  things  well. 


BEFORE   SERMON. 


I    TTEPvALDS  of  the  King  of  ki- -rs 
i  X   Preach  the  pe^ce  the  gofpel  brink's 
Loud  extol  th'  incarnate  God, 
Preach  the  virtue  of  his  biood. 

1  Celebrate  with  ev'ry  breath 
Jefii's  meritorious  death : 
Speak  of  Jefu's  faving  name, 
Which  for  ever  is  the  lame. 


And  may  we  in  chorus  join, 
Bleffing,  praifing  love  divine; 
Nfver  be  afham'd  to  tell 
Chrift  hath  fav'd  our  fouls  from  helL 


[      VrT     ] 


MEETING   BEFORE   THE    THRONE   OF   GO] 

'    CT?  r  "^y  f^^ll'^^-ril^Hms,  come, 
w    r         J''  "'  ^^^  ^"^  hail 'ning  home; 
We  foon  fhall  land  on  yon  blell  fliore 
Where  pains  and  forrow  are  no  more'- 
There  we  our  Jcfns  fliall  adore, 
For  ever  blcft. 

a  What  tho'  our  way  to  Zicn  be 
Befet  with  pain  and  povtrty, 
What  tho'  temptation  us  afTail, 
Tho'  focrs  incrcare  and  frici:ds  do  fail, 
The  Lord's  our  friend  we'll  cry  all  hail! 
For  ever  bkft. 

'3   O  what  a  joyful  meeting-  when 

Wi^h  all  the  faints  and  nVfateou's  men, 
\\  ith  angels  and  archangels  too, 
We  fing  tlie  fon^r  for  ever  new,' 
And  rdil  have  Jefus  in  our  view 
For  ever  bleft. 

4  No  period  then  rur  joys  fhall  know, 
Secure  from  cv'ry  mortal  foe  ; 
No  ficknefs  there,  no  want  or  pain 
Shall  e'er  diflurb  our  reft  again. 
When  with  inuvianuei  Ave  reign 
Fur  ever  bkil. 


[      1^8      1 


FOR  THE   MORNING, 

I    "j^  ^fY  God  was  with  me  all  the  night, 
XVX   And  gave  me  fweet  repofe  ; 
His  angels  watch'd  me  while  1  flept, 
Or  I  had  never  rofe. 

a  Now  for  the  mercies  of  the  night, 
Aly  humble  thanks  I'll  pay  ; 
And  unto  God  I'll  dedicate, 
1  he  liril  iVuits  of  the  day. 

3  In  midil  of  dangers,  fear  and  death, 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  adore, 
And  praife  thee  for  thy  mercies  paft. 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

4  My  life,  if  thou  preferve  my  life. 

Thy  facrifice  fhall  be  ; 
My  death,  when  death  mufc  be  my  lot. 
Shall  join  my  foul  to  thee. 


ON    THE   MILI^ENIUM. 

TARK  !  my  foul,  the  trumpet  foundlnj 
__~i   Chnil  the  awful  judge  is  come  ; 
Now  arife,  ftiake  off  i  by  fiumber, 

Angels  wait  to  make  him  room. 
Thou  art  welcome, 

To  thy  everhfllng  home. 


[    1^9   ] 

See  the  ranfom'd  tlirong;  afcendlng-, 
Swift  towards  their  Zioii  move  ; 
Thro'  the  fkies  their  courfes  bending, 
Till  they  take  their  feats  above ; 

There  to  worfhip, 
And  adore  the  God  of  love. 


On  thy  great  white  throne  of  glory, 
O  thou  everlafiing  King, 

1  hei  e  the  angtls  fall  before  thee 
And  the  faints  due  praifes  fing, 

1  hou  art  wortiiy 
O  thou  Lamb  lor  linners  ilain. 


4  By  thy  groaning  and  thy  bleeding, 

Thou  didic  th/  apparel  ilain  ; 
Groaning,  dying,  interceding. 
For  the  heiplcfs  race  of  man  ; 

New  triumphant, 
King  of  kiugs  for  ever  reign. 

5  With  thy  fword  and  bloody  veflurc. 

Now  vhine  enemies  iubdue  ; 
Now  the  iTiubborn  nations  conquer. 
Oh,  thou  righteous,  juft  and  true, 

King  eternal. 
Conquer  now  thine  every  foe. 


6  In  the  Ikies  the  awful  token 
Of  rhy  coming  doe»  appear  ; 
Nature's  ail  confus'd  and  broken, 


[    isJ    ] 

Rocks  and  mountains  hurled  are. 

In  whofc  ruins, 
Now  thefe  rebels  quake  and  fear. 


7  In  thy  robe  of  vengeance  flaming, 
Wich  the  armies  of  tiie  fkies; 
Turning  in  the  ruins  burning, 

Lightning  from  thy  prefence  flies : 

In  thy  fury, 
Conq'ring  thylaft  enemies. 

S  ShockM  by  thy  tremendous  thunders, 
Lo  we  tremble  and  behold  ; 
Rocks  and  hills  are  cleav'd  afunder, 
Elements  in  flames  are  roll'd  ; 

Like  a  vefture, 
Thou  doll  all  the  heavens  fold. 

9  Now  the  tribes  of  earth  with  mourning 
Stand  to  hear  their  final  doom  ; 
Down  from  whence  thtre's  no  returning 
Dovvn  to  that  infernal  gloom, 

They  are  b^nifli'd, 
Never  more  from  thence  to  come, 


10  Then  with  joy  and  admiration. 
Shall  the  i'oliowers  of  the  Lamb 
Shout  all  honour  and  falvation. 
To  the  Dear  Redeemer's  name; 

They  fhali  praifc  him 
Who  through  tribulation  came. 


[     181     3 


ON    THE    SUN  S    RISING. 

1   TTATL  to  thy  brightnefs,  glorious  fun  ? 
JLx  That  gilds  the  op'ning  day  ; 
How  far  beyond  the  cold  pale  moon, 

Thy  warm  fuperior  ray  ! 
At  thy  approach  all  nature  fmiles, 

Its  orient  tears  dry  up  : 
Ihi:  j-.rds  with  fongs,  the  time  beguiles, 

|V  ith  glad'ning  joys  they  hop. 

a  B- .  ah  !  how  fhort  the  tranfient  gleam, 

Thy  haft'ning  fteps  forebode, 
Thnt  the  refulgence  of  thy  beam 

Do  but  a  tranfient  good  ; 
Yif.  fiil!  a  fun  prepares  to  rife, 

rhat  brings  eternal  day, 
And  ihews  us  an  immortal  prize, 

That  never  will  decay. 


THE    HAPPy    HOPEFUL    SATNT. 

OMay  1  worthy  prove  to  fee. 
The  faints  in  full  profperity ; 
To  fee  the  bright  the  glittering  bride, 
Clcfe  feaced  by  her  Saviour's  fide. 

Hallelujah. 

O  may  I  find  fonie  humble  feat. 
Beneath  my  dear  Redeemer's  feet ; 
A  fcrvant  as  bet  ore  I've  been, 
And  iing  falvation  to  my  King. 

Hallelujah. 


[      182     ] 

3  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  woe  my  foul  fliall  fly; 
Bx'-ight  angels  fhall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  new  Jerufakm. 

Hallelujah. 

4  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
I  hope  to  praife  him  after  death, 

I  hope  to  praife  him  when  I  die. 
And  fhout  falvation  as  1  fly. 

Hallelujah. 

5  Farewel  vain  v/orld,  Vm  going  home, 
My  Saviour  fmiles  and  bids  me  come  ; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away. 

To  fintr  God's  praife  in  endicfs  day. 
Hallelujah. 

6  I  foon  ihall  pafs  that  veil  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  I  11  lofe  my  breath  : 
And  then  my  happy  foul  fhall  tell 
My  Jefus  has  done  ail  things  well. 

Hallelujah. 


7  I  lOon  lliall  hcsr  the  awful  found, 
Awalie  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Arife  and  dr^.p  ycur  dying  flirouds, 
And  meet  king  Jcfus  in  the  clouds. 

Hulleliijah. 

8  When  to  that  blefled  world  I  rife, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  Ikies  j 


[     183     ] 

This  note  above  the  reft  fliall  fwell, 
My  Jelus  has  done  all  tilings  well. 
Hallelujah. 

9  Then  fhall  I  fee  my  bleff^d  God, 
And  prail'e  him  in  his  bright  abode; 
My  theme  through  all  eternity 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 

Hallelujah. 


THE   JUBILEE. 

I   TTARK  !  the  Jubilee  is  founding, 
JljL   O  the  joyful  news  is  come, 
Free  falvation  is  proclaimed 

In  and  through  God's  only  Son. 
Now  we  have  an  invitation. 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb; 
Glory,  honour,  and  faivation, 

Chrift  the  Lord,  is  come  to  reign. 

a  Come  dear  friends,  and  don't  negledl  it, 
Cohie  to  jefus  in  your  prime  ; 
Great  faivation,  don't  rejcCl  it, 

0  receive  it  now'syour  time: 
Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 

1  o  revive  his  work  again. 

Glory,  honour,  &c. 

3   Now  let  each  one  ceafe  from  finning, 
Conie  and  I'oilow  Clirift  the  Way  ; 
Wc  fliall  all  receive  a  blelling, 


[     184     ] 

If  from  him  we  do  not  ft  ray ; 

Golden  moments  we've  negleilfd, 
O  the  tmie  v/t've  fpent  in  vain. 
Glory,  honour,  &;c. 

4  Come  let's  run  our  race  with  patience. 

Looking  unto  Chrift  the  Lord, 
Who  doth  Uve  and  reign  tor  ever. 

With  his  Fdiher  and  our  God: 
He  is  worthy  to  be  pruifed. 

He  isour  exalted  King. 
Glory,  honour,  &c. 

5  Come  dear  children  praife  your  Jefus, 

Praifs  him,  praife  him  evermore, 
May  his  great  love  now  conrtrain  us^ 

His  great  name  for  to  adore : 
O  then  let  us  join  together, 

Crowns  of  giory  to  obtain. 
Glory,  honour,  Sec* 


THE   GOSPEL   SLIGHTED. 

1   1\  T Y  friends  and  my  neighbours  that  lire  in 
i.V-1  this  place, 

Come  liden   a  while   and  I'll   tell  you   your 

cafe; 
You  have  flighted  the  gofpel,  difpifad  God's 

word. 
And  fcoff'd  at  the  preachers  that  were  fent  by 

the  Lord. 


[      185     ] 

2,  There's  many  a  good  fermon  youVe  heard  in 

this  place, 
To  warn  you  of  finning  and  teach  you  in  free 

grace; 
But  now  may  the  preachers  complain  unto 

the  Lord, 
And  mourn   that   the  people  have  rejeded 

tneir  word. 


3  Some   under    affli(5lion    will    appear   for    to 

mourn, 
And  when  in  fharp  ficknefs  they  promife  to 

return ; 
But  if  the  Lord  fpares  them,  they  will  furn  to 

their  fin, 
To  drinking  and  fwearing,  and  to  dancino- 

again.  * 


4  Sinners  now  you  arc  left  in  a  dangerous  cafe, 
You  can  rail  at  God's  people  and  that  in  their 
face ; 

You  can  nrike  yourfdves  merry,  but  friends, 

you  dcn't  know 
GodS  vengeance  purlues  you  wherever  you 

go- 


5   We  read   that   the  wicked  are  turned  into 
helJ, 
And  all  that  forget  God,  with  devils  muft 
dwell; 

2   A 


[     186     ] 

1  pray  you  be  enteated  to  turn  to  the  Lord 
Whiifl  mercy  is  ofter'd  be  led  by  his  word . 

6  Farewel  my  dear  friends,  I  muft  bid  you  fare- 
wel, 

The  love  that  I  have  for  you  there's  no  one 
can  tell; 

I  wifli  above  ail  things  that  we  all  may  pre- 
pare 

To  meet  Chrift  in  glory,  and  reign  with  him 
there. 


backslider's  complaint. 

HOW  fore  a  thing  and  grievous, 
Is  it  from  our  God  to  run  ; 
When  we  force  our  God  to  leave  us, 
Wretched  are  we  and  undone. 

a  Are  we  not  our  own  tormentors. 
When  from  happinefs  we  flee  ? 
Yes,  my  foul,  the  iron  enters, 
Sin  ispefed  mifery. 

3  I  the  bitter  cup  have  tafled, 

Still  I  drink  the  mingled  gall ;  ;. 
Still  my  foul  by  fia  lies  waded, 
Unrecover'd  from  its  fall. 

4  Still  beneath  his  frown  1  languiib  ; 

God,  from  A-hom  I  would  depart, 


[     187     ] 

Leaves  me  to  my  grief  and  angulfii, 
Gives  me  up  to  my  own  heart. 

5  Pain  and  curfe  1  now  inherit, 

Fears  :md  wars  and  Irorms  within  ; 
Grief  and  agony  of  ipiiit 
Sin  chaftiiing  me  for  fm. 

6  Ye  who  now  enjoy  his  favour, 

Hufl^and  well  the  precious  grace  ; 
Never  iofe,  like  mc,  your  Saviour, 
Never  break  from  his  embrace. 

7  Do  not  by  your  lightnefs  grieve  him, 

Youthful  lufts  and  idols  flee  ; 
Little  children  never  leave  him, 
Never  grieve  your  God  like  me. 

8  Pray  and  when  the  anfwer's  given  : 

When  you  find  the  paflage  free  : 
When  your  pray'rs  have  opeu'd  heav'n, 
Faithful  fouls;  remember  me, 


ALL    IS    VANITY. 

•^PHO'  fniners  would  vex  me, 
X.        And  troubles  perplex  me 
Af^ainft  inclination  ah  \  what  Ihall  I  do, 

No  lop^er  a  rover, 

My  foU'its  are  over, 
For  one  chiu^  is  needful  and  that  I'll  purfue. 


[     188     ] 

Vain  pleafure's  deceitful^ 
Sin  to  me  is  hateful. 
But  more  lading  pleafure  I  hope  for  to  find. 
This  world  is  a  bubble, 
A  life  full  of  trouble,  [behind. 

My  thoughts  now  fly  upwards  and  leave  all 


The  bells  are  a  tolling, 
The  wheels  are  a  rolling,  [home, 

Some  gallant  gay  fair  one  goes  to  their  long 
If  dead  out  of  Jefus, 
The  Lord  v^ill  not  fave  us, 
And  to  live  in  glory  we  never  can  come. 


O  pray  for  converfion, 
Shun  foolifli  diverfion, 
Ufe  much  felf-denial  and  take  up  your  crofs  ; 
Do  this  for  a  feafon, 

And  ufe  your  own  reafon,  [lofs. 

And  time  will  foon  prove  you'll  not  be  at  a 


If  time  is  a  treafure. 

There's  none  for  vain  pleafure, 
Look  up  to  the  giver  wit  .  faith's  flcdfaft  eye  ; 

Believe  on  that  Jefus, 

Who  died  to  fave  us, 
For  time  flies  apace,  and  eternity's  nigh. 


My  foul  ftarts  with  wonder, 
To  think  how  the  thunder 
Will  fhake  all  creation  at  the  angeVs  call  j 


[      1S9     ] 

Time  is  now  no  longer, 
The  aged  and  younger,  fin  all. 

Shall  hear  the  dread  fei-ttuce  for  Ctiriil'a  ail 

Behold  how  divided. 

The  judgment  decided, 
Poor  finners  bewailing  their  folly  in  hell, 

But  glory  to  Jcfus, 

Believing  he'll  fave  us. 
With  angels  in  glory  his  praifes  we'll  fwell 


FRIEND   S   PAaTlN'G   HYMN. 

,UR  fouls  by  love  together  knit, 
Cemented  mix'd  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'fisheav'n  on  earth  begun  ; 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  whiJe  Jtfus  fpoke, 

And  glow'd  with  facred  fire 
He  ftop'd  and  talk'd  and  fed,  and  blefs'd^ 
And  fill'd  th'  inlarg'd  defire. 

CHORUS. 

A  Saviour  let  creation  fing, 
A  Saviour  let  all  Heaven  ring 
He's  God  with  us  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fulnefs  in  our  foul  he  pours: 
'Tis  aimoil  done,  'tis  almoil  o'er. 
We're  joining  them  who're  gone  before, 
We  then  fhall  meet  to  part  no  more, 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,* Amen,  Amen. 


[      ^^0     ] 

2  We're  foldlers  fighting  for  oiir  God, 

Let  trembling  cowsrds  fly  ; 
We'll  itand  unlhaken  firm  and  fix'd 

With  Chrift  to  live  and  die  ; 
Let  devils  rage  and'hell  affail, 

We'll  cut  our  palfage  through  ; 
Let  foes  unite  and  friends  defert, 

We'll  fcizc  the  crown  our  due, 

A  Saviour  let,  &c. 


3  The  little  cloud  increafes  ftill, 

Th.e  heav'ns  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  hafte  to  caich  the  teeming  fliow'r, 

AvA  al'  its  n-iO'fture  drain  : 
A  rill,  a  ftrcani,  a  torrent  flows, 

But  pour  the  mighty  flood; 
O  fwccp  the  nations,  fliTike  the  earth. 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God 

A  Saviour  let,  Sec. 


4  And  when  thou  malcTt  thy  jewels  up 

And  lets  thy  ft :<rry  crown, 
When  ali  thy  fparkling  gems  fhall  fnine, 

Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own  ; 
IvT?y  we,  we  little  band  of  love 

Be  finners  fav'd  by  grace, 
From  glorv,  inco  glory  chang'd, 

Bihold  thee  face  to  fsce. 

A  Saviour  let,  &c. 


[     191     ] 


JERUSALEM. 

I    JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
J    When  ihall  I  coijie  to  thee  ? 
When  fliall  my  labour  all  be  o'er, 

Thy  joys  when  fhall  I  fee  ? 
Thy  gares  are  richly  fet  with  pearls 

Moil  glorious  to  behold, 
Thy  walis  arc  ail  of  precious  ilones, 

rhy  frreets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

2.  Thy  2;ardcn5  ?.nd  the  pleafant  fruits 

CotiiinnaHy  are  green, 
So  fvveet  a  fight  by  human  eye, 

Has  never  ytt  been  feen  ; 
If  heav'u  be  thus,  glorious  Lord, 

Why  muft  1  keep  from  thence, 
What  folly  'tis  that  makes  me  loath 

To  die  and  go  from  hence  ? 

3  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  grace. 

And  caufe  me  to  afccnd, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  fabbaths  have  no  end, 
When  wilt  thou  come  to  me  O  Lord  ? 

O  come  my  l^ord  moft  dear, 
Come  dearcft  Saviour  nearer  ftili, 

I'm  well  when  thou  art  near. 

4  My  dear  Redeemer  is  above, 

Him  will  I  go  to  fee. 
And  all  my  friends  in  Chrifl  1  elow, 
Shall  foon  cc  me  after  me. 


[     192     ] 

Jerufakm,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee, 
Then  iliail  my  lahours  have  an  end, 

When  once  thy  joys  1  fee. 


THE    PROSPEROUS    SAINT. 

1    f~^  OME  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
\^    Who  are  from  fin  and  bondage  free'd, 
Submit  to  all  the  w-a)  s  of  God, 
And  walk  that  narrow  happy  road. 

a  Great  tribulation  yc  u  Ihall  meet, 
But  foon  fliall  Wiiik  the  golden  ftreet; 
I'ho'  hell  may  rage  and  wnt  her  fpite, 
Yet  Chrift'wili  fave  his  heart's  deliglit. 

3  That  happy  day  will  foon  appear, 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  fhall  hear, 
Sound  thro  the  earth,  yea  down  to  hell. 
To  call  the  nations  gn-at  and  fmall. 

4  Behold  the  earth  in  bu'  nirg  liames, 
1  he  trumpet  louder  Itill  proclaims  ; 

The  earth  muit  hear  and  ki  ovv  her  doom, 
Ihe  reparation  day  is  come. 

5  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
And  ail  the  angels  bid  them  eome. 

When  ChriR  himfcif  thefe  words  proclaims, 
Here  come  my  fiintS;  1  know  their  names. 


[     193     ] 

6  Ye  everlafting  gates  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receivf  my  bride  ; 
Ye  harps  of  hcav'n  now  found  aloud, 
Here  comes  the  purchafe  of  my  blood  ! 

7  In  grandeur  fee  the  royal  line, 

in  glitt'ring  robes  the  fun  outfhine  ; 
See  faints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  fplendor  to  the  throne. 

8  They  ftand  in  wonder  and  look  on, 
They  join  in  one  eternal  fong, 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  rapture  fcts  their  fouls  on  fire. 

9  They've  fought  the  fight,  their  race  is  run, 
'i  heir  joys  are  now  in  heav'n  begun, 

T  heir  tears  are  gone,  their  forrowi>  flee. 
No  more  afflidcd  now  like  me. 

10  Here  I  am  now  in  prifon  hound. 
And  tri  ds  wait  nic  ail  around, 

O  would'ft  thou  Lord  now  burft  the  chain, 
How  I  would  join  to  praife  thy  name* 


GLORYING   IIJ   THE    CROSS  OF    CHRIST. 

TESU3  !  and  flull  it  ever  be 
J    A  mortal  man  afham'd  of  thee ! 
Afham'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praife, 
Whofe  glosies  ihine  thro'  tndlcis  days! 
2  B 


[     13^     ] 

2  Afnam'd  of  Jefus !  fooner  far 
Let  ev'iiing  biufli  to  own  a  ftar ; 
He  flieds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  foul  of  mine. 


3  Afham'c  of  Jefus!  juft  as  foon 
Let  midnight  be  aihani'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  foul   r;"i  he. 
Bright  morning  liar  I  bid  darknefsflee. 


4  Aiham'd  of  Jefus !  that  dear  friend 
Oh  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend! 
Ko — when  I  blufh — be  this  my  ihame 
1  hat  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 


5  Afnam'd  of  Jefus !  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wafh  away; 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  God  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  queil,  no  foul  to  fave. 


6  'Till  then — nor  is  my  boafling  vain- 
"fill  then  T  boail  a  Saviour  flain ; 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be. 
That  Chriil  is  not  alham'd  of  me. 


7   His  inftiaitions  would  T  prize. 

Take  up  my  crofs — the  Ihame  defpife  ; 
Dare  to  defend  his  n<  bit  caufe, 
And  yield  obedieece  to  his  laws. 


[     195     ] 


THE    BELIEVER   S    IirDINR     PLACE 

I   TTAIL  fovVcign  love  that  firfi;  began, 
XJl  The  fcheme  to  rcfcue  fallen  man; 
Hail  matchlefs,free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  foul  a  hiding  place. 

a  Againfl  the  God  that  rules  the  fky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Defpis'd  the  manfion  of  his  grace. 
Too  proud  to  feek  a  hiding  place. 

3  Inwrapt  in  dark  Egyptian  night. 
And  fond  of  darknefs  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  finful  race, 

Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  lo!   th'  eternal  council  rang. 
Almighty  love,  arreft  the  man  ; 

I  felt  the  arrows  of  dillrefs, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

5  Vindi<5live  juftlce  flood  in  view 
To  Sinai's  firey  mount  I  flew. 

But  juHice  cry'd  \vi:h  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place. 

6  But  lo  !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy  for  my  foul  appear'd. 
She  led  ms  on  a  pleafant  pace, 

To  Jcfus  Chrill  my  hiding  place. 


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7  Should  llorms  of  fevenfold  thunder  roll, 
And  fliake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  thunder  bolt  fnall  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jefus  is  my  hiding  place. 

8  On  him  almighty  vengeance  fell, 

That  might  have  crufli'd  a  world  to  hell, 
He  bore  it  for  his  chofen  race, 
And  thus  became  their  hiding  place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  years  at  moft, 
Wi!i  land  me  fafe  on  Canaan's  coafl, 
When  I  fhall  fmg  a  fong  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 


IKVITATION. 

1  f^  OME  fouls  that  long  for  Jefus, 
V^    Come  liften  while  we  fing. 
The  hand  that  hath  ledecm'd  us 

From  forrow  and  from  fin, 
O  come  and  tafte  the  fweetnefs 

That  from  a  Saviour  flows. 
The  grace  of  true  repentance 

Ihat  Chriil  on  him  bellows. 

2  Tho'  tears  and  bitter  mourning 

May  fecm  to  call  u?  down, 
It  fhowswe  are  returning 

To  our  eternal  home. 
What  tho*  we  are  dejected, 

And  find  a  darkfome  night. 
We  fhall  not  be  rejected. 

For  Chriil  will  give  us  light. 


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Thefe  thirfty  long:ing  mourners 

Are  blcfled  wich  the  word, 
Which  proves  they  arc  returners 

To  Chrift  the  living  Lord, 
Who  many  wants  difcover. 

And  long  for  righteoufnefs. 
Declare  that  they  are  lovers 

Of  Chrift  the  Prince  of  peace. 


4  The  gofpel  now  invites  you 

To  fly  into  his  arm.-;, 
Where  you  (hall  find  refcue 

From  all  the  lav-z's  alarms. 
There  mercy's  charms  are  witneffed 

To  all  that  are  ciifcrefs'd. 
Flowing  in  all  its  fweetnefs 

From  Jefu's  loving  breaft. 

5  And  ye  that  nov/  are  wand'ring 

In  fm's  forbidden  v^^ay, 
Ye  fimple  and  ye  fcorning, 

Who  love  to  go  aflray. 
Hear  Jefu's  voice  inviting 

O  fmner  turn  to  me. 
There's  fweetnefs  in  returning 

From  fin's  forbidden  way. 


6  My  invitation  freely 

And  kindly  I  a'ddrefs 
To  thofe  who  are  ftout-hearted, 
And  far  from  righteoufnefs. 


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Lo,  here's  a  flowing  fountain, 

For  \vhofoever  will, 
My  grace  is  flill  abounding, 

O  come  and  drink  your  fill. 


THE    DAY    OF    JUDGMENT 

LIF  r  your  heads  ye  friends  of  Jefus, 
Partners  of  his  patience  here; 
Chriil  to  all  believers  precious, 
Lord  of  iiofts  fhali  foon  appear  ; 
Mark  the  tokens, 
Of  his  heav'nly  kiugdona  near. 

Sun  and  moon  are  both  confounded, 

Darken'd  into  endlefs  night ; 
When  with  angel  hods  furrounded, 

In  his  father's  gloiy  bright 
Beams  the  Saviour, 
Shuies  the  everlafling  light. 

See  the  ftars  from  heaven  falling. 
Hear  on  earth  the  doleful  cry. 

Men  on  rocks  and  mountaij.s  calling. 
While  the  frowning  J  udge  draws  nigh, 
Hide  us,  hide  us, 

Rocks  and  mountains,  from  his  eye, 

Lo,  'tis  he,  our  heart's  defire, 
Come  for  his  efpous'd  below  ! 

Come  to  join  us  Vi^ith  his  choir, 
Come  to  make  our  joys  o'er  fiow  j 
Palms  of  triumph, 

Crowns  of  glory  to  bcftow. 


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THE  JUDGMENT    DAY. 

I    Q EE  the  eternal  Judge  defcending, 
O   Seated  on  his  Father's  throne, 
Now  poor  finner,  Chrift  fhall  fhcw  thee 
He  IS  the  eternal  Son ; 

Tru  f.pets  call  thee, 
Come  to  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

a  Hear  the  finner  thus  lamenting 
At  the  thoughts  of  future  pain  ; 
Cries  and  rears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  cries  and  weeps  in  vain. 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  {lands  the  lovely  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
Oh  !  that  I  had  fought  his  favour, 
When  I  felt  his  fpirit  move  ! 

Doomed  juftly. 
For  I  have  againfl  him  flrove. 

4  All  his  warnings  I  have  flighted, 

While  he  daily  fought  my  foul ; 
If  fome  vows  to  him  I  plighted. 
Yet  for  fin  I  broke  the  whole  ; 

Golden  moments, 
How  negleiScd  did  they  roll. 

5  Yonder  flan<Is  my  godly  neighbours, 

Who  were  once  dcfpis'd  by  me, 


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They  are  clad  in  dazzling  fplendor, 
Waiting  my  fad  fate  to  fee ; 

Farewel  neijjhbours, 
Difmal  gulph  I'm  bound  for  thee. 

6  Hail  ye  ghofls  that  dwell  In  darknef?, 

Grov'ling,  rattli:Tg,  of  your  chains, 
Chrift  has  now  denounc'd  our  fentence, 
We  muft  dwell  in  endlefs  pains  : 

Down  I'm  rolling, 
Never  to  return  again. 

7  Now  experience  plainly  (hows  me, 

Hell  is  not  a  fabled  thing; 
Lo,  I  fee  my  friends  in  glory, 

Round  the  throne  they  ever  ling  ; 
I'ra  tormented 
By  an  everlafling  fting. 


YOUTH  HASTENING  TO  ETERNITT. 

1  ^  I  "'HE  rifing  youth  efpoufe  the  caufe 

X     Of  Jefus  and  his  facred  laws, 
Behold  them  rife  on  every  hand, 
And  marching  to  ;he  promis'd  land. 

2  No  earthly  joys  can  equal  theirs, 
They  fliout  and  fing  with  flowing  tears. 
With  heavenly  tranfport  fill'd  they  cry, 
V/e'll  praife  the  fovercign  of  the  Iky, 

3  O  facred  fpark,  celeftial  fire, 
Infiame  each  heart  with  pure  delire. 


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The  time  draws  near,  the  moments  fly. 
The  riling  youih  mount  up  on  high. 

4  Bat  there's  a  youth  for  ruin  bound, 
His  head  with  earthly  laurel  crown'd; 
Come  go  with  us  and  you  fhall  piove 
The  joys  of  vail  redeeming  love. 

5  This  earth  with  all  its  glittering  toys, 
Compar'd  w^lth  thefc  celcftial  joys, 
Like  momentary  fparks  appear  j 
Come,  go  with  us,  your  foul  is  dear. 

6  We  wait  your  anfwer,  will  you  go, 
And  drink  the  living  llreams  that  flow, 
Proceeding  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  purchas'd  with  a  Saviour's  blood  ? 

7  Or  muft  we  leave  the  blooming  youth 
To  bar  h;s  heart  againfl  the  truth? 
No,  come  my  brother,  Jefus  calls, 

O  come  with  us,  give  up  your  alls  ! 

8  Come  you  that  love  a  bleeding  Lord, 
And  feel  the  witnefs  of  his  biood; 
Let's  watch,  and  pray,  and  travel  on, 
Till  Jefus  comes  to  take  us  home. 

9  Our  (Lay  is  fhort,  we  foon  muft  go 
From  grief  and  forrovi^  here  below; 
In  fhours  of  triumph  we  fhall  fly, 
And  fpend  a  fweet  eternity. 

2  c 


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PRIDE. 


I   Tnnumeu/SBT.e  foes 

JL    Attack  the  child  of  God, 
He  feels  within  the  weight  of  fin, 
A  grievous  galling  load. 


a  Temptations  too  without. 
Of  various  kinds  aifault, 
Sly  fnarcs  befec  his  trav'hng  feet. 
And  often  make  hiiu  halt. 


3  From  fmner  and  from  faint 

Hs  meets  with  many  a  blow. 
His  own  had  heart  creates  his  fmart, 
Which  only  God  can  know. 


4  But  tho'  the  hofts  of  hell 

Be  neither  weak  nor  fmall, 
One  mighty  foe  deals  dang'rous  woe, 
And  hurts  beyond  them  all. 


5   'Tis  pride  accurfed  pride, 

That  fm  by  God  abhorr'd, 
Do  w'hat  we  will,  it  haunts  us  ftlll. 
And  keeps  us  from  the  Lord. 


6  It  blows  its  pois'nous  breath, 
And  bloats  the  foul  wirh  air. 
The  heart  uplifts  with  God's  ovfh  gifts. 
And  makes  e'cu  £.race  a  fnare. 


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7  Awake,  nay  while  we  fleep. 
In  all  we  tliink  or  fpeak, 
It  puffs'  us  glad,  torments  us  fad, 
Its  hold  we  cannot  break. 


8  In  other  ills  we  find 

The  hand  of  heav'n  not  flack. 
Pride  only  knows  to  incerpofe, 
And  keep  our  comforts  back. 

I  9  'Tis  hurtful  when  perceiv'd, 

When  unpercciv'd  'tis  worfe  ; 

}       Unfeen  or  feen,  it  dwells  within, 
And  works  by  fraud  or  force. 

10  Againfl  its  influence  pray. 

It  mingles  with  the  pray'r, 
Againfl  it  preach  it  prompts  the  fpecch, 
Be  filent,  Uill  'tis  there. 

11  This  moment  while  I  fing, 

I  feel  its  pow'r  within  ; 
My  heart  it  draws  to  ftek  applauff, 
And  mixes  all  with  fm. 


la  Thou  meek  and  lowly  Lamb, 
This  hungry  tyrant  kill, 
That  wounded  thee,  tho'  thou  waft  free, 
And  grieves  thy  Ipirit  ftill, 

13  Our  condefcending  God, 
To  whom  clfe  can  we  go  ? 


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Remove  our  pride  v/hate'er  betide, 
And  make  and  keep  us  low. 

14  Thy  garden  is  the  place, 

Where  pride  cannot  intrude, 
For  ihoi'ld  it  dare  to  enter  there, 
'i^wouid  foon  be  drowa'd  in  blood. 


4 


FREE     GRACE. 

'C^-^E  ye  happy  race 
Who  are  ranfom'd  by  grace. 
By  the  grace  that  is  free  for  us  all ; 
Come  and  hear,  come  and  feel, 
While  with  rapture  I  tell, 
What  my  Saviour  hath  done  for  my  foul. 

I  rebell'd  againft  God, 

And  went  <  n  in  the  road 
That  leads  down  to  eternal  defpair  ; 

'Tis  thro'  mercy  alone 

That  I  am  not  undone  : 
'Tis  amaziiig  I  yet  am  not  there. 

In  grofs  darknefs  I  lay 
Unto  Satan  a  prey, 
Nor  the  danger  or  confrquence  fear'd  : 
A'ot  by  rigour  compel!  d 
With  delitihtdid  I  yield. 
Nor  compldin'd  that  his  f'crvlce  was  hard. 


But  J.hovah's  command 
Put  my  ibui  to  a  Hand  j 


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O  !  the  gracious  and  powerful  cry  : 

"  Sinners  turn  unto  nic ; 

*'  For  my  metcy  is  free, 
"  For,  why  wilt  thou  perifh  and  die  ?" 

In  a  moment  my  guilt 
Thro'  the  blood  that  was  fpilt 
A  new  life  from  the  dead  1  receiv'd; 
Then  I  fang  the  new  fong, 
With  my  heart  and  my  tongue — 
With  my  heart  to  falvation  bclicv'd. 

His  a-lorable  grace 
Thro'  my  life  I  can  trace. 
And  thro'  fcenes  of  affiidlion  go  on ; 
Wit    my  Saviour  in  view 
The  high  prize  I  pu  fue, 
Nor  am  I  weary  or  faint  when  I  run. 

The  good  Shepherd  fhall  keep 
.His  once  wandering  llieep, 
Who  are  brought  to  his  fold  will  defend ; 

'  ]  was  his  blood  that  I  coft, 

And  I  fliall  not  be  loft 
If  I  hold  on  my  way  to  the  end. 


CLEAVING    TO    CHRIST. 


X  "pRETHREN  let  us  praife  our  Lord, 
X>  Exalt  his  blefTed  name  ; 
Let  us  hear  and  keep  his  word, 
His  glory  be  our  aini> 


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Let  us  refolutely  ftiive 

To  work  God's  work  with  full  Intent, 
And  what  it  is  to  believe 

On  him  whom  he  hss  fent. 

a  Faith  implanted  from  above, 

Will  prove  a  fertile  root, 
Whence  will  fpring  a  tree  of  love, 

Producing  precious  fruit. 
Tho'  bleak  winds  the  bows  deface. 

The  rooted  ftock  fhall  ftill  remain  ; 
Leaves  many  languifh,  fruit  decreafe, 

But  more  ihall  grow  again, 

3  Happy  fouls  who  cleave  to  Chrift, 

By  pure  and  living  faith, 
Finding  him  their  king  and  prieft, 

1  heir  God  and  guide  'till  death. 
God's  own  foe  may  plague  hisfons, 

Sin  may  diftrefs  but  not  fubdue, 
Chrift  vi^ho  conquer'd  for  us  once, 

Will  in  us  conquer  too. 


VANITY     OF    THE     CREATURE     SANCTlriED. 


'H 


ONEY  though  the  bee  prepares, 
An  envenom'd  iHng  he  wears; 
Piercing  thorns  a  guard  compofe 
Round  the  fragrant  blooming  rofe. 


a  When  we  think  to  find  a  fvveet, 
Oft  a  painful  lling  we  meet ; 


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When  the  rofe  invites  our  eye, 
We  forget  the  thorn  is  nigh. 

3  Why  are  thus  our  hopes  begull'd, 
V.  hy  are  ail  cur  pleafures  fpoji'u  ? 
Why  do  agoi  y  and  woe 

From  our  choiceft  comforts  grow  ? 

4  Sin  has  been  the  caufe  of  al!, 
'Twas  not  thus  before  the  fii' : 
What  bur  pain,  and  thorn  anu  fling. 
From  the  root  of  fm  can  fpring. 

5  Now  with  ev'ry  good  we  find 
Vanity  and  grief  entwin'd; 
What  we  fee,  or  what  we  fear, 
All  our  joys  embitter  here. 

6  Yet  through  the  Redeemer's  love, 
Thefe  afBidions  blcflings  prove. 
He  the  wounding  llings  and  thorns, 
Into  healing  med'cines  turns. 

7  From  the  earth  our  hearts  they  wean, 
Teach  us  on  his  arm  to  lean  ; 

Urge  us  to  a  throne  of  ^:;race, 
Make  us  feek  a  reftin;^  place. 

8  Tn  the  manfions  of  our  King, 
Sweets  abound  without  a  itii'g; 
Thnrnlefs  there  the  rofes  blow, 
All  the  joys  unmin;^'eu  ilow. 


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THE   DAY  OF  JUDGMENT. 

X   nP'HE  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 
X     That  awful  fcene  is  drawing  nigh  ; 
Was  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 
Decreed  from  ail  eternity. 

a  But  O  my  foul  refleft  and  wonder, 
That  awful  fcene  is  drawing  near, 
When  you  ihall  fee  that  great  tranfadtlon. 
When  Chrift  in  Judgment  fhali  appear. 

3  See  n?.ture  (lands  all  in  amazment, 

To  hear  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 
"Arife  ye  dead  and  come  to  Judgment, 
^•ye  nations  of  this  world  around." 

4  Loud  thunder  rumbling  thro'  the  concave. 

Bright  forked  hghrning  parts  the  fkies, 
The  heav'ns  a  fliaking  the  earth  a  quaking, 
The  gloomy  fight  attraAs  mine  eyes. 

5  The  orbed  lamps  all  veil'd  in  fackcloth. 

No  more  their  Aiming  circuits  run  ; 
The  wheel  of  time  ftopp'd  in  a  moment, 
Eternal  things  '^re  now  begun. 

6  Huge  maffy  rock=  and  tow'ring  mountains 

Over  their  trembling  bafes  roar, 
The  raging  oce^.n  ail  ui  f  •,  ,i  T.-nnon, 
Is  hov'ring  round  her  frighted  Ihore. 


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7  Green  turfy  grave-yards  and  tombs  of  marble, 
Give  up  their  dead  both  fmall  and  great ; 
See  the  whole  world,  both  faint  and  finner, 
Are  coming  to  the  judgment  feat. 


8  See  Jefus  on  a  throne  cf  juflice 

Come  thuidering  down  the  parted  Iky, 
With  countlefs  armies  of  fliining  angels, 
With  halielujuhsfliouts  of  joy. 


9  Bright  fhining  ftreams  from  his  awful  pre- 
fence, 
His  face  ten  thoufand  funs  outfhine  ; 
Behold  him  corning  in  power  and  glory, 
To  meet  him,  ail  his  faints  combine. 


10  "  Go  forth  ye  hearlds  with  fpeed  like  light- 
ning, 
"  Call  in  my  faints  from  diftant  land, 
•*  Thofc  that  my  blood  from  hell  has  ran- 
ova  a, 
"  Whofe  names  in  life's  fair  book  do  ftand* 


II  "  O  come  ye  blcfTed  of  my  Father, 
"  T  he  purchafe  of  my  dying  k)ve  ; 
"Receive  the  crowns  of  IJfe  and  glory, 
**  Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above — 


12  "  For  your  dear  fouls  which  have  continued 
"  With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore, 

2d 


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"  I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom, 
"To  reio'n  with  me  for  eveimore." 


13  There's  flowing;  fountains  of  living  water, 

No  ficknefs,  pain  nor  death  to  fear ; 
No  forrow,  fighing,  no  tears  nor  weeping 
Shall  ever  have  admittance  there. 

14  But  how  will  finners  ftand  and  tremble 

Wlien  juilicc  calls  them  to  the  bar; 
Tliofe  tjiat  rejcd:  his  ofFer'd  mercy. 
Their  evcriaiiing  doom  to  hear  ? 


15  See  juQ.Icc  now  with  indignation, 

Callii  g  aloud  for  fmners'  blood, 
Thofe  that  flighted  offer'd  morcy, 
And  crucify 'd  the  Son  of  God. 

16  "  Depart  from  me  ye  curfed  finners, 

"  iviy  face  you  never  more  fhali  Cce, 
"  Be  banifn'd  from  my  peaceful  prefencc, 
*'  To  endlefs  woe  and  mifery." 

1 7  Each  guilty  foul  then  {truck  v/ith  horror 

And  anguifh,  throbbing  in  their  breaft; 
For  ever  doom'd  to  eudlefs  forrow. 
And  never  more  to  hope  for  reft. 

18  Come  fmners  here's  a  faithful  warning. 

Return  to  Jefus  whiitl  you  may, 
For  he  is  ready  to  receive  you, 
Or  eife  you  muft  depart  away. 


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PETER    SINNING    AND    REPENTING 

I   TTTHEN  Peter  boafted,  foon  he  fell, 
VV     Yet  was  by  grace  reftor'd  ; 
His  cafe  (hould  be  regarded  well 
By  all  who  fear  the  Lord. 

a  A  voice  It  has,  and  helping  hand, 
Backfliders  to  recall ; 
And  cautions  thofe  who  think  they  ftand, 
Left  fuddenly  they  fall. 

3  He  faid  whatever  others  do, 

With  Jcfus  I'll  abide  ; 
Yet  foon  amidft  a  murd'rous  crew 
His  fnif'ring  Lord  deny'd. 

4  He  who  had  been  fo  bold  before, 

Now  trembled  like  a  leaf ; 
Not  only  iy'd  but  curs'd  and  fwore, 
To  gain  the  more  belief. 

5  While  he  blafphem'd,  he  heard  the  cock, 

And  Jefus  lock'd  in  love  ; 
At  once,  as  if  by  lightning  ftruck, 
His  tongue  forbore  to  move, 

6  Deliver'd  thus  from  Satan's  fnare, 

He  ftarts,  as  from  a  fleep  ; 
His  Saviour's  look  he  could  not  bear> 
But  hailed  forth  to  weep. 


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7  But  fure  the  frightful  cock  had  crow'd 

An  hundred  times  in  vain, 
Had  not  the  Lord  that  look  beftow'd, 
i  he  rueaning  to  explain. 

8  As  I  like  Peter  vows  had  made, 

Yet  aAed  Peter's  part  ; 
So  confcience,  like  the  cock  upbraids 
My  bafe  ungrateful  heart. 

9  Lord  Jefus^hear  afmner's  cry, 

My  broken  peace  renew  ; 
And  grant  one  pitying  look,  that  I 
May  weep  with  Peter  too. 


LONGING     TO    SEE    JESUS. 

WHEN  fhall  I  fee  Jefus, 
And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlalling  love. 
When  {liail  I  be  deliver'd, 

From  this  vain  world  of  fin. 
And  with  my  bklTed  Jefus 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

But  now  I  am  a  foldier, 
My  Captain's  gone  before, 

He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  bid  me  not  to  fear, 

And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 


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A  crown  of  life  he'll  give. 
And  all  his  valiant  folditrs 
Eternal  lift;  ikaiihave. 


3  Through  g;race  1  am  determin'd 

To  conqucrtho*  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jcfus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly  : 
Farewell  to  fm  and  Ibrrow, 

I  hid  you  all  adieu, 
And  you  my  friends  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  purfue. 


4  And  if  you  meet  with  trials. 

And  troubles  on  the  way. 
Cad  all  your  fears  on  Jefus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  hlefied  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope  and  lore. 
And  when  the  combat's  ended. 

You'll  reign  with  him  above, 


O  do  not  be  difcourag'd, 

For  Jefus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  forget  to  lend. 
Nor  will  he  yet  upbraid  you, 

The  oft'ner  you  rcqueft, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer^ 

Aad  take  you  up  ta  refL 


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THE    RESURRECTION. 

AlVl  Alpha,  fays  the  Saviour  ; 
I  Omega  likevvife  am  : 
I  was  dead,  and  live  for  ever, 

God  Almighty  and  the  L,umb. 
In  the  Lord  is  our  perfedlion, 

And  in  him  our  boaft  we'll  make  : 
We  fliall  fharc  his  refurrc6lion, 
If  vve  of  his  death  partake. 

2  Ye  that  die  without  repentance, 

Ye  mud  rife  when  Chritl  appears, 
Rife  to  hear  your  dreadful  fentence. 

While  the  faints  rejoice  in  theirs: 
You  to  dwell  with  fitnds  infernal, 

'I  hf?y  with  Jefus  Chrift  to  reign  ; 
They  go  into  Lfe  eternal, 

You  to  everlafcing  pain. 

3  Bold  rebellion,  bafe  backflidingf, 

Stop  your  courfc,  rcflcd:  with  dread; 
In  deltruition  there's  no  hiding, 

Death  and  hell  give  up  their  dead  : 
Ev'ry  fea,  and  lake  and  river 

Shall  reftore  their  dead  to  view  : 
Sliout  for  gladnefs  O  believer; 

Chrift  is  rifcn,  fo  fliail  you. 


IN    PRAISE    TO    GOB. 

J    Q ING  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praife, 
O     Ail  praife  to  him  belongs ; 


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Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days,    - 

Demands  our  choice  ft  lonjrs, 
Whofe  providence  has  brought  us  through 

Another  various  year : 
We  all  with  vovvs,  and  anthems  new, 

Before  our  God  appear. 


CHORUS. 

A  Saviour  let  creation  ling, 

A  Saviour  let  ail  heav'n  rin^, 

He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours. 

His  fuinefs  in  our  fouls  he  pours. 

*Tis  almoft  done,  'tis  almoil  o'er, 

We're  joining  them  who're  gone  before. 

We  then  fliail  meet  to  part  no  more. 


«  Father,  thy  mercies  pad  we  own, 
Thy  ftili  continu'd  care; 
To  thee  prefenting,  thro'  thy  Son 

Whate'er  we  have,  or  are  ; 
Our  lip?  and  lives  niall  gladly  fhow 
The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
I      While  on  in  Jefu's  ileps  we  go 
I  To  icek  thy  face  above. 

i 
1  A  Saviour  let,  i?cc. 

3  Our  refidue  of  days  or  hours. 
Thine,  wholly  thine  fliall  be, 

\      And  all  our  coniecrated  povv'rs 
A  lacrifice  to  thee. 

j     A  rili,  a  ftream,  a  torrent  flows, 

'  But  irom  the  mighty  flood, 


L     ^i<3     ] 

O  fweep  the  nations,  fliakc  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
A  Saviour  let,  &c. 

And  v  hen  thou  mak'll  thy  jewels  up, 

And  lets  thy  ftarry  crown, 
Wh-n  ail  thy  fparkling  gem^  Ihall  fhine, 

Prctlaim'd  by  thee  thine  own, 
May  we — We  little  band  of  love, 

Be  fmners  fav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  into  glory  chang'd, 

Bi:hold  thee  face  to  face. 
A  S»viour  kt,  &c. 


©K  TK2    ASCENSION    OF   CHRIST^ 

i   T    C  !  the  Grd  by  -whom  falvation 
■  I- J    Is  to  fallen  men  reftor'd  ; 
Now  rcfunies  his  bhfsful  llation. 
Shews  hinifelf  th'  Almighty  Lord  ; 
Slow  afcending, 
Bids  us  for  a  while  tarewel. 

3,  Who  his  heavn'ly  Hate  fufpcnded. 
And  ior  man's  atonement  dy'd  ; 
P;' Mnnuniber'd  hofis  attended 
Rifes  to  his  father's  fide  ; 
Eorne  hy  angels 
Sack  to  his  eicrnai  throne. 

3  Seraphs  chaunt  his  endkfs  praiifes, 
Guuid  h;iii  to  liisancieat  ftiit; 


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open  wide,  ye  heavn'ly  places, 
Your  returning  God  admit : 
Heav'nly  portais, 

Let  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 


4  Chrift  his  kingdom  re-inkerits, 
His  before  the  world  began  ; 

Myriads  of  admiring  fpiiits 
Hover  round  the  Son  of  Man  ; 
Wrapt  in  wonder, 

View  the  wounds  he  bore  for  us. 


Worthy  ihou  of  exalts rion, 

Loft  in  fwiet  furprife  they  fmg  : 

Mortals  wirh  like  acclamation. 
Hail  your  great  redeeming  King  ; 
Let  your  voices, 

Emuiate  th'  angelic  choir. 


6  Tes,  O  Chrift,  from  every  creature, 
Praife  lliall  to  thy  name  be  giv'n ; 
Worthy  thou  of  Riore  and  greater, 
King  of  faints,  and  King  ot  heav'n  ! 
Kindling  tranfporcs 
Swell  our  hearts  and  tune  our  tongues. 


Tho'  our  Lord  is  taken  from  us, 

-  Prefeiit  but  m  fpirit  now. 
This  his  faithful  v.'ord  of  promife 
Made,  while  rejourning  below; 
"  Where  I  en^cr, 
*'Thitlier  ihall  my  fervants  come.'. 
2  E 


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8  Him  we  pralfe  for  his  afccnfion, 

Conqueror  of  fin  and  death  ; 
Gone  up  to  prepare  a  manfion 

For  his  ranfom'd  flock  beneath  ; 

They  Ihall  quickly 
Reign  with  him  in  glory  there. 

9  There  already  is  our  treafure, 

Ihere  our  heart,  our  hope,  our  crown ; 
Thence  on  fublunary  pleafure, 

We,  with  holy  fcorn,  look  down  : 

Earth  hath  nothing 
Worth  a  moment's  tranfient  thought. 

10  We  fhall  foon  in  blifs  adore  thee. 

Gain  the  realms  of  endlefs  day  ; 
Soon  be  gather'd  home  to  glory, 

All  our  tears  be  vvip'd  away  ; 

There,  for  ever, 
Sing  the  Lamb's  new  fong  of  love. 


THE    SPIRIT   S   FA  REAVE L   TO   THE   BODT. 

^OW  am  I  held  a  prifoner  now, 
X   Far  from  my  God !  this  mortal  chain 
Binds  me  to  iorrow  ;  ail  below 

Is  Ihort-Hv'd  eafe,  or  tirefcme  pain. 

a  When  Ihall  that  wond'rous  hour  appear, 
Which  frees  nie  from  this  dark  abode, 
To  live  at  large  in  regions,  where 

No  cioud  nor  veil  ihall  hide  my  God  .•' 


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3  Farcwel  this  flefh,  thefe  ears,  thefe  eyes, 

Tliefe  faares  and  fetters  of  the  mind; 
My  God  !  nor  let  this  frame  arifc, 
Till  every  dull  be  well  reiin'd. 

4  Jefus,  who  mak'ft  our  natures  whole, 

Mould  me  a  body  like  thy  own  : 
Then  fhall  it  better  ferve  my  foul 

In  works  of  praife  and  worlds  unknown. 


ENTRANCE   INTO  PARADTSE. 

ND  is  this  heav'n  ?  and  am  I  there  ! 
How  fhort  the  road !  how  fwift  the  flight 
I  am  all  life,  all  eye,  all  ear ; 
Jcfusishtre — my  foul's  delight. 


•A 


%  Is  this  the  heav'nly  friend  who  hung, 
In  b^ood  and  anguifli  on  the  tree, 
Whom  Paul  proclaim'd,  whom  David  fur.^, 
Who  dy'd  for  thtm,  wlio  dy'd  for  me  ? 

3  How  fair  rhou  off  pring  of  my  God! 

Thou  fir  ft  born  ima<ie  of  his  face  ! 

Thy  d^^arh  procurM  tlli^  bled  abode. 

Thy  vital  beams  adorn  the  place. 

4  Lo,  he  prefents  n\c  at  the  throne 

All  prdifcs — there  the  G>.dhe'  '  reig-^g 
Subl'Hic  iind  j.-'-^actfui  ihr.)'   iie  5-"i  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'diy  iLains. 

2 


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ON    THE    NATIVITY    OF    OUR     SAVIOUR. 

1  TT7HILE  Ihcpherds  watch'd  their  flocks 
VV  by  night, 

All  feated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  fhone  around. 

0.   "  Fear  not"  faid  he,  for  mighty  dread 
Had  feiz'd  their  troubled  minds  : 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
"  To  you  and  ail  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

"  Is  born  of  David's  line, 
"  The  Saviour,  who  is  Chrift  the  Lord ; 
"  And  this  fliall^be  the  fign  : 

4  *'  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  (hall  find, 

"  To  human  view  difplay'd, 
"  All  meanly  wrap'd  in  fwathing  bai^.ds, 
''  And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  fpake  the  feraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  ihming  throng 
Of  angels  praifing  God,  who  thus 
Addrefs'd  their  joyful  fong  : 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
*'  Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men 
"  Begin,  and  never  ceafc.'* 


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A    HYMN    FOR    GOOD    FRIDAY. 

I   1^  /rOURN,  mourn  ye  faints,  as  if  you  fee 
J-V.L  Our  Saviour  dear  nail'd  to  the  tree; 
A  bitter  death  he  did  endure, 
To  fave  the  fouls  of  men  fecure. 

a  Oh  !  how  his  purple  ftreams  did  flow, 
His  blood  on  man  he  did  beftow; 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood. 
And  pierced  fide  ran  down  with  blood. 

3  What  wifdom  can  conceive  or  know. 
What  tonjrue  or  pen  can  truly  fliow 
The  vail  dimenfions  of  his  love, 

Or  fhew  his  pow'r  in  heav*n  above. 

4  To  God  be  praife  and  worfhip  done, 
For  giving  us  his  only  Son  : 

Let's  tunc  our  fouls,  and  him  adore. 
In  Hallelujahs  evermore. 


A    HYMN    FOR    CHRISTMASS    DaY. 

ARISE  and  hail  the  facred  day, 
Cail:  all  low  cares  of  life  away. 
And  thought  of  meaner  tilings : 
This  day  to  cure  our  deadly  woes, 
The  Son  of  Righteoufnefs  arofe, 
With  healing  in  his  wings. 


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If  angels  on  that  happy  morn, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  was  born, 

Poord  forth  feraphic  fongs  ; 
Much  more  fhould  we  of  human  race, 
Adore  the  vonders  of  his  grace, 

1  o  whom  the  grace  belongs. 

How  wonderful,  how  vaft  his  love, 
Who  left  the  fhining  realms  above, 

Thofe  happy  feats  of  reft  ! 
How  much  for  iofl  mankind  he  bore, 
Their  peace  and  pardon  to  reftore, 

Can  never  be  exprefs'd. 

Whilft  we  adore  his  boundlefs  grace, 
And  pious  mirth  and  joy  take  place 

Of  forrow,  grief  and  pain  ; 
Give  glory  to  our  God  on  high, 
And  not  amongft  the  gen'ral  joy, 

Forget  good  will  to  men, 

O  !  then  let  heav'n  and  earth  rejoice, 
Creation's  whole  united  voice. 

And  hymn  that  happy  day  ; 
When  fin  and  Satan  vanqmfh'd  fell, 
And  all  the  pow'rs  of  death  and  hell, 

Before  his  fov'reign  fway. 


mariner's  htmn, 

I    Q ING  my  foul  his  wond'rous  love, 
O  Who  Ifom  that  bright  throwe  above, 


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Ever  watchful  o'er  our  race, 
Scill  to  man  extends  his  grace. 

2,  Heav'n  and  earth  by  him  were  made, 
All  is  by  his  fceptre  fway'd ; 
What  are  we,  that  he  fhould  Ihow 
So  much  love  to  us  beflow  i 

3  Sing  my  tongue,  adore  his  name, 
Let  his  gory  be  thy  theme  ; 
Praife  him  'till  he  call  us  home, 
Truft  his  love  for  all  to  come. 


THE  christian's  CONSOLATION. 

I    "VTEVER  let  the  good  defpair, 
IN!    While  the  cherub  hope  is  rear  ; 
Truft  in  him  who  gave  thee  breath. 
He  will  eafe  the  pangs  of  death  ; 
To  the  faithful  Chriflian,  he 
Wiiifpers  immortality. 

Z  Should  the  haughty  man  opprefs, 
Frovi^niug  on  thee  m  dillrel'a; 
Or  becaufe  thou'rt  metk  and  poor 
Shut  thse  from  his  Oately  door; 
Call  on  God,  be  not  afraid 
He  will  ne'er  relufe  thee  aid. 

3  Or  fhould  death  in  an-hufh  lie, 
VVlicii  thy  hour  is  come  to  die, 


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Heed  him  not  but  truft  thy  foul 
With  the  Lord,  who  Ihall  controul 
Death's  cold  hand,  for  time  will  fhovv 
Death  ihall  die  as  well  as  thou. 

Then  thy  foul  fhall  be  convey 'd 
Where  the  heav-'nly  choirs  array'd; 
Near  their  high  Immortal  King, 
Hallelujahs  there  to  fing 
Faithful  Chriflians  kneeling  by, 
Biefs'd  to  all  eternitv. 


DESCRIPTION  OF  CHRIST. 

1  /^THOU  in  whofe  preftnce  my  fonl  takes 
V-/  dehght, 

On  whom  in  affiidlion  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  fong  in  the  night, 

My  hope  my  falvation,  my  all.  [Iheep, 

Where  doft  thou  at  noon-tide  refort  with  thy 

To  I'eed  on  the  pafture  of  love  ? 
for  why  in  the  valley  of  death  fhall  I  weep, 

Or  alone  in  the  wildernefs  rove  ? 

2  O  why  fiiould  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  defart  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice,  when  my  forrows  they 
fee, 

And  fmile  at  the  tears  I  have  flied 
Ye  daughters  of  Zicn,  declare,  have  ye  feen 

The  Star  that  on  lirael  fhone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 


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3  This  is  my  beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vcftments  flied  odours  around  ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine 

When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd, 
The  rofes  ol'  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow, 

In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  ftreams  ; 
On  his  cheeks,  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  blow, 

And  his  eyes  are  as  c[uivers  of  beams ! 


4  His  voice  as  the  found  of  the  dulcimer  fwe€t, 
Is  heard  throu;^h  the  fiiadows  of  death  ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfuni'd  v.'irh  his  breath. 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteoufneis  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  falvation  the  Gentiles  fhall 

know. 
And  balk  in  the  fmiles  of  his  face. 


Love  fits  in  his  eye-lids  and  fcattere  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  manfions  on  high  ; 
Their  faces  the  cherubims  veil  in  his  fight. 

And  tremble  with_fulncfs  of  joy. 
He  looks,  and  ten  thoufand  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  v/ait  for  his  word  ; 
He  fpeaks — and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 

Re-echoes  the  praife  of  her  voice. 


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His  vellments  of  righteoufnefs  who  fhall  de- 
fcribe  I 
Its  purity  words  would  defile  : 
The  heav'ns  from  his  prefcnce  frefli  beauties 
imbibe, 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  fmile. 
Such  is  my  beloved  in  excellence  bright. 

When  pieas'd  he  looks  down  from  above  ; 
Like  the  mern    :/hen  he  breathes  from  the 
chamber  of  Ught, 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 


7  But  when  armed  with  vengeance,  in  terror  he 
comes, 
The  nations'  rebellions  to  tame, 
The  reins  of  omnipotent  pow'r  he  afiumes. 

And  rides  in  a  chariot  of  flame. 
A  two  edged  fword  from  his  mouth  iflues 
forth, 
Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes; 
He  fp^eaks,  the  black  tempells  are  feen  in  thi 
north, 
And  fLorms  from  their  caverns  arife. 


8  Ten  thoufand  deftruc^ions,  that  wait  for  hli 
word, 
And  ride  on  the  wings  of  hi?  breath. 
Fly  fwift  as  the  winds  at  the  nod  of  their  Lor4 

And  deal  out  his  arrows  of  death. 
His  cloud-burfting  thunders,  their  voices  rc; 
found 


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Through  all  the  vaft  regions  on  high; 
Till  from  the  deep  centre  loud  echoes  rebound, 
And  meet  the  quick  flames  in  the  Iky. 

9  The  portals  of  heav'n  at  his  bidding  obey, 
And  expand  ere  his  banners  appear; 
Earth  trembles  beneath,  till  her  mountains 
give  way, 
And  hell  fliakes  her  fetters  with  fear, 
"When  he  treads  on  the  clouds  as  the  dull  of 
his  feet, 
And  grafps  the  big  ftorm  in  his  hand ; 
What  eye  the  fierce  glance  of  his  anger  Ihall 
meet. 
Or  who  in  his  prefeace  ihall  Hand  ? 


CONVERSION. 

1  /^f^  !  how  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of 
KJ  God, 

And  fought  hmi  by  praying  and  fearching  his 

word  ; 
With  watching  and  failing  my  foul  was  op- 

prefs'd, 
Nor  would  I  give  •ver  'till  Jefus  had  blefs'd. 

a  The  tokens  of  mercy  at  length  did  appear. 
According  to  promife,  he  anfwer'd  my  pray'r, 
And  glory  is  ope n'd  In  lioods  on  my  foul, 
Salvation  from  Zion's  begimiing  to  roll, 


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3  The  news  of  his  mercy  is  fpreadingf  abroad, 
Ar. '^  iinners  come  crying  and  weeping  to  God, 
Their  mourning  and  praying  is  heard  very 

loud, 
And  many  find  favour  thro'  Jefus's  blood. 

4  Here're  more  my  dear  Saviour  who  fall  at 

thy  feet, 
Opprefs'd  by  a  burden  enormoufly  great: 
O  raife  them  my  Jefus  to  tell  of  thy  love, 
And  fhout  hallelujahs  with  angels  above; 

5  III  fing  and  I'll  fhout,  and  I'll  fhout  and  I'll 

O  God  make  the  nations  in  praifes  to  ring, 
With  loud  acclamations  of  Jefus's  love, 
And  cr.ry  us  all  to  the  city  above. 

6  We'll  wait  for  thy  chariot,  it  feems  to  draw 

near, 
O  come  my  dear  Saviour  let  glory  appear, 
We  long  to  be  finging  and  fhouting  above. 
With  angels  o'erwhelmed  in  jefus's  love. 


HEAVEN. 


I   "\7"E  fouls  that  trufl  in  Chrlft,  rejoice, 
X     Your  fins  are  all  forgiv'n  ; 
Let  every  Chriftian  raife  his  voice, 
And  fing  the  joys  of  heav'n. 


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a  Hcav'n  is  that  holy  happy  pince  , 
Where  fin  no  more  defiles  ; 
Where  God  unveils  his  lovely  face, 
And  looks,  and  loves,  and  fniilcs. 


3  Where  Jefus,  Son  of  Man  and  God, 
Triumphant  from  his  wars, 
Walks  in  rich  garments  dipt  in  blood, 
And  Ihews  his  glorious  fears. 


4  Where  ranfom'd  finners  found  God's  praife, 
Th'  angelic  hofis  among-, 
Sing  the  rich  wojiders  of  his  grace, 
And  Jefus  leads  the  fong. 


5"  Where  faints  are  free  from  ev'ry  load 
Of  paflions  or  of  pains, 
God  dwells  in  them,  and  they  in  God, 
And  love  for  ever  reigns. 


6  Eye  hath  not  f^en,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
Nor  can  the  heart  conceive, 
All  that  the  blood  of  Chrifl  procur'd, 
Or  all  that  God  can  give. 


7  Lord  as  thou  fliew'ft  thy  glory  there  ; 
Make  known  thy  grace  ^o  us, 
And  heav'n  will  not  be  wanting  here, 
While  we  can  hymn  thee  thus. 


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THE   CONVICTED   SINNER. 

I    TPVEAR  Jefus  here  comes  and  knocks  ar 
X^  thy  door, 

A  beggar  for  crumbs,  diftreflisd  and  poor, 
Blind,  lame,  and  forfaken,  all  roll'd  in  his 

blood. 
At  lafl  ovirtaken  when  running  from  God. 

a  To  aik  children's  bread  I  dare  not  prefume, 
But  Lord  to  be  fed  with  fragments  I  come. 
Some  crumbs  from  thy  table,  O  let  me  obtain, 
For,  lo  thou  art  able  my  wants  to  fuftain. 

3  I  own  I  deferve  no  favour  to  fee, 

So  long  I  did  fvverve  a  nd  wander  from  thee, 
'Till  brought  by  aillidlion  my  follies  to  mourn, 
Now  under  convidtion  to  thee  I  return. 


For  fince  thou  haft  faid  thou  wilt  caft  out 

none, 
That  fly  to  thine  aid  as  linners  undone, 
Now  Lord  I  am  come  as  condemned  to  die,        ^ 
And  on  this  fvveet  promife  I  humbly  rely. 

1  cannot  depart,  dear  Jefus,  nor  yield. 

Till  feels  my  poor  heart  this  promife  fulfill'dj 

That  I  may  for  ever  a  monument  be, 

To  praife  the  dear  Saviour  of  finners  like  me. 


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AN     EVENING     HYMN. 

1    /^  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
vJT   For  all  the  blefiings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  kings 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

a  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  th  t  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That,  with  the  world,  mylelf  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  fleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

g  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  fo  I  may 
Rife  glorious  at  the  awlui  day. 

4  O  let  my  foul  on  thee  repofe  ! 

And  ra  ly  fweet  fleep  ray  eye-lids  clofc  ; 
Sleep  that  fiiall  me  more  vigorous  make. 
To  fcrve  my  God  when  I  aw  ake. 

5  If  in  the  night  I  fleeplcfs  lie, 

My  foul  with  heav'nly  thoughts  fupply  ; 
Let  no  vain  dream  diflurb  my  rell, 
No  power  of  darknefs  me  moleft. 

CHORUS. 

Pralfe  God  from  whoin  a'l  Meflings  flow, 
Praife  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  holl : 
Praife  l^'ather,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 


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"WRESTLING  JACOB. 

1  /^^  OME,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown, 
V-^  Whom  ftill  I  hold  but  cannot  fee, 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  ktt  alone  with  thee, 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  ft.iy. 
And  vvreille  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  1  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am, 

My  mifery  or  fin  declare  ; 
Thy  felf  haft  cali'd  me  by  my  name  : 

Look  on  thy  haads  and  read  it  there  ! 
But  who,  I  afk  ihee,  who  art  thou  ! 
Tell  me  thy  name  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  ftrugq^left  to  get  free ; 

I  never  will  uidofe  my  hold  : 
Art  thou  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me 

The  fecret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Wreitling,  I  will  net  let  the  go. 
Till  I  thy  name  thy  nature  know. 

4  Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal, 

Thy  newunurterable  name  ? 
O  tell  me,  I  bcfeech  thee,  tell  ; 

To  know  it  now  refolv'd  I  am  : 
Wreftling  1  will  not  let  thee  go, 
'Tilll  thy  name  thy  nature  know. 

5  'Tis  all  in  vain  to  hold  thy  tongue, 

Or  touch  the  hollow  of  my  th'jgh  ; 


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Tho'  every  fmnev/  were  unftrung, 

Oat  of  my  arms  thou  flialt  not  fly  ; 
Wreltling;,  I  will  not  lec  ihee  go, 
Till  I  thy  iniime,  thy  nature  know. 

6  What  tho'  my  Ihrlnking  flefli  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  fo  long; 
1  rife  fuperior  to  my  pain, 

When  1  am  weak,  then  I  am  ftrong ; 
And  when  ir.y  alT  of  fcren^tJi  doth  fail, 
1  fiiali  with  thee  God-man  prevail. 

7  My  ftrength  is  gone,  my  nature  dies, 

I  link  beneath  thy  weighty  hand. 
Faint  to  revive,  and  fall  to  rife, 

I  fall,  and  yet  by  faith  I  ftand  : 
I  ftand,  and  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 


IVreJlling  Jacob.— Part  II, 

I'VT'IELD  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak; 
X     But  confident  in  fclf  defpair  ! 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  bleffings  fpeak. 
Be  conquer'd  by  my  inftant  prayer  ; 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  fnall  move, 
And  tell  ait  if  thy  name  is  love. 

a  'Tis  love,  'tis  love!  thou  diedfl:  for  me; 
I  hear  thee  wifper  in  my  heart ; 
The  morning  breaks,  the  Ihadows  flee; 
Pure  univcrfal  love  thou  art : 
^  G 


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To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


My  prayer  hath  power  with  God,  the  grace 

Unfpcakable  I  now  receive; 
Thro'  faith  I  fee  thee  face  lo  face, 

I  fee  thee  face  to  face,  and  live  I 
In  vain  I  have  not  wepc  and  ftrovc, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 
Jefus,  the  feeble  finner's  friend; 

Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 
But  ilay,  and  love  me  to  the  end, 

Thy  mercies  never  fliall  remove. 

Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


5  The  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  on  me 

Hath  rofe,  wirh  healing  in  his  wings; 
Wither'd  my  nature's  ftrtngth,  from  thcc 

My  foul  its  life  and  fuccour  brings ; 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  above, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


6  Contented  now,  upon  my  thigh, 

I  halt  'till  life's  ihort  journey  end; 

All  helpltiTnefs,  all  weaknefs, 

On  thee  alone  for  ftrength  depend; 

Nor  have  I  power  from  thee  to  move ; 

Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


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7  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey, 

Hall,  earth  and  fin,  with  eafe  o'ercome ; 
I  leap  for  joy,  purfue  my  way, 

And  as  a  bounding  hart  fly  home, 
Through  all  eternity  to  prove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


SPIRITUAL    PRAYER. 

1  'T^HOU  great  myfterious  God  of  love, 
Jl     I  i'eel  thy  drawing  from  above, 
And  own  thy  matchlefs  power; 
Help  me  on  earth  to  do  thy  will. 
And  all  thy  pleafures  to  fulfil. 
On  me  thy  bleflings  Ihow'r. 

a  If  now  by  grace  myfelf  I  fee 
Moft  miferable  without  thee. 

On  thee  my  God  I  call ; 
Let  heavenly  fire  confume  my  drofs, 
That  I  all  things  may  count  but  lofs 
For  thee,  my  God,  my  all. 

3  O  !  keep  me  from  the  fnare  of  vice, 
Impart  to  me  true  heavenly  j  oys, 

Defcending  from  above  ; 
To  me  thy  dying  love  reveal. 
And  no  good  thing  from  me  conccali 

'Till  all  I  am  is  love. 


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REDEMPTION. 

COME  friends  and  relations  let's  join  heart 
and  hand, 
The  voice  of  the  turtle  is  heard  in  our  land  ; 
Let's  all  walk  together,  and  foilovv  the  found, 
We'll  march  to  the  place  where  redemption  is 
found. 


%  The  place  it  Is  hidden  hy  reafon  of  fin. 

You  can't  fee  the  forrowful  flate  you  are  in ; 
You're  blinded,  polluted,  in  prifon  and  pain — 
O  how  can  fuch  rebels  redemption  obtain  ? 


3  The  place  Is  obfcur'd  and  darkly  conceal'd, 
Nor  can  mortals  know  it  until  'tis  reveaPd  ; 
The  place  is  in  Jcfus,  to  him  we  will  go. 
And  there  find  redemption  from  forrow  and 
woe. 


4  And  If  you  are  wounded  and  bruis'd  by  the 
fall. 
Rife  up  and  prefs  forward,  for  you  he  doth 

call; 
Or  If  you  are  tempted  to  doubt  or  defpair. 
Then  come  home  to  jefus,  redemption  is  there. 


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5  And  you  my  dear  brethren  that  love  the  dear 

Lord, 
Who've  witneffed  free  pardon  by  faith  in  his 

word, 
Let  p3:tience  attend  you  wherever  you  go, 
Your  Saviour  hath  purchasd  falvation  you 

know. 


6  We  read  of  commotions  and  figns  In  the  {kies, 
i  he  fun  and  the  moon  Ihali  be  cloth'd  in  dif- 

guife, 
And  when  you  {hall  fee  all  thefe  tokens  appear, 
Then  hold  up  your  heads  redemption  draws 

near. 


O  then  the  arch-angel  the  trumpet  Ihall  found. 
And  awake  all  the  faints  that  lleep  under  the 

ground, 
The  found  of  the  trumpet  fnall  hid  you  arife 
To  meet  your  redemption  with  love  and  fur- 

prife. 


8  And  then  loving  jefu»  our  fouls  will  receive. 
From  bonds  of  corruption  our  bodies  relieve  ; 
Then  we  fhall  be  all  uncorrupted  and  free, 
And  fing  of  redemption  wherever  we  be. 


9  Redeemed  from  fm  and  redeemed  from  death, 
Redeem'd  from  corruption — redsem'd  horn. 
the  earth, 


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Redeem'd  from  damnation  redeem'd  from  all 

woe, 
We'll  fing  of  redemption  wherever  we  go. 

10  Redeemed  from  pain  and  redeem'd  from  dif- 
trels, 
The  fruits  of  redemption  no  tongue  can  ex- 

prefs ; 
Bedemption  was  purchas'd  by  Jefus's  love, 
We'll  fmg  of  redemption  in  heav'n  above. 


WELCOME,    WELCOME. 


1    /^OME,  ye  fmners,poor  and  needy, 
V_><   Weak  and  wounded  fick  and  fore  ; 
Jefus  ready  itands  to  fave  you, 
Full  CI  pity, love,  and  pow"r  ; 


CHORUS. 


Turn  to  the  Lord  and  feek  falvation, 
Sound  the  praife  of  Jefn's  name ; 

G^ory  honour  and  falvation, 

Chrift  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

Now,  ve  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  b<unty  glorify ; 

True  belief,  and  true  r.pentftnce, 
EvVy  grace  that  brings  you  iiigh, 

Turn  t©  the  Lord,  &c. 


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Let  not  confcience  make  you  linger; 

Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream  : 
A\\  the  fitnefs  he  requirerh, 

I  s  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 


4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall. 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Turn  to  the  Lord,  Sec. 


Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  proftrate  lies  !- 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 


6  La !  the  incarnate  God  afcending. 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trail  intrude. 

Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 


Saints  and  angels  join'd  In  concert, 
Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blifsful  feats  of  heav'n, 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 

Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 


240     ] 


L.^ZASETS. 


I   /^ OME  all  ye  pcor  finners  that  from  Adam 
\~J  came, 

Yc  poor  and  ye  Mind,  and  ye  halt  and  ye 

lame, 
Coie  in  with  the  gofpel,  upon  its  own  terms, 
Or  ^you'll  burn  for  ever,  "like   poor   mortal 

worms. 


i  When  the  Lord  ihall  defcend,  with  a  ihout 

from  aaove. 
And  caii  home  his  -faints  to  blefs  them  with 

his  love, 
And  you  not  renewed  in  your  fouls  by  his 

grace, 
Awoy  you  niuH  turn  with  a  forroM'ful  face, 


3   For  if  you  deny  Chrift,  he  v/ill  deny  you, 
You'll  be  found  on  hib  kit  hand  with  the  wick- 
ed crev.'  5 
In  horror  av;d  in  torment  for  ever  you'll  lie, 
in  vaia  then  fur  mercy,  in  vain  you  muft  cry. 


4  You've  read  of  the  rich  man  and  beggar  alfo  : 
i  lie  beggar  he  died  and  to  Jefu?  did  go  : 
The  rkh  man  he  died,  and  to  his  fad  furprife, 
Awaking  in  hell,  there  he  lift  up  his  eyes  ! 

^   Seeing  Abra'm  afar  off  in  the  manfioES  above, 
And  JLaz'rus  ia  his  bofom  ii^-  raptures  of  lovf, 


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He  cried,  father  Abra'm,  fend  to  my  relief, 
For  I  am  tormented  with  pain  and  with  grief. 


6  He  faid,  Son  remember  when  you  li  vM  fo  bold, 
Drefs'd  in  your  fine  linen,    your  purple  and 

gold, 
Whiltt  Laz'rus  was  laid  at  your  gate  full  of 

grief, 
You  had  not  compaflion  to  give  him  relief. 

7  Befides,  there's  a  gulph  fix'd  betwixt  us,  you 

fee, 
So  thofe  that  would  pafs  from  hence  can'l 

come  to  thee  ; 
But  there  you  mull  lie,  and  lament  yourfad 

ftate, 
For  now  you  are  fending  your  cries  up  to« 

late. 


S  He  cried  father  Abra'm  I  pray  you  provide, 
Send  one  from  the  dead,  I've  five  brethren  be- 

fidc ; 
'1  hey  hearing  from  me  and  of  my   wretched 

flate. 
Perhaps  they'll  repent  now  before  'tis  too  late. 

3  "  They  have  a  rich  gofpel  that  fprcads  far  and 
wide ; 
"  They've  Mofes,  the  prophets,  and  apoftlei 

be  fide 
*'  If  they'll  not  adhere  unto  them  and  repent, 
"  I  hey  will  not  believe  though  one  from  t]fi« 
dead  went." 

2  H 


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10  Come  poor  Zion  mourners,  O  don't  you  def- 

pair, 
But  cry  to  ycur  Jefiis, he'll  anfwer  yourpray'r ; 
He'll  hear  your  complaints,  and  eafe  all  your 

grief; 
He'll  pardon  your  fins,  and  will  give  you  relief. 

11  And  when  you  (hall  come  to  lay  yoar  bodies 

down, 
Y,i)u'll  fly  to  the  regions  where  you'll  wear  a 

crown ; 
The  fmiles  that  will  come  from  fweet  Jefus's 

face 
Will  make  you  adore  and  admire  his  free  grace. 


LOVE     FEAST. 


I   T  TNITED  in  afFedlion  dear, 
KJ    With  hearts  on  Jei'us  let; 
We  feel  our  God  will  meet  us  here, 

Who  in  his  name  are  met  : 
Our  minds  from  worli'ly  cares  fet  free. 

And  lix'd  on  joys  abuVe  ; 
Each  hope,  each  wilh,  each  pray'r  {hall  be 

To  iliarc  our  Saviour's  love. 

But  we'll  fing  glory,  glory,  glory, 
/Mid  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


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O  could  we,  Lord,  make  others  know 

The  pleafures  which  we  teel; 
What  comforts  from  thy  goodnefs  flow, 

A  finner's  wounds  to  heal : 
Soon  would  the  heedlefs,  vain  and  gay. 

That  goodnefs  ftrive  to  prove  ; 
Forfake  their  fins,  and  feek  the  way 

To  fhare  their  Saviour's  love. 

But  we'll  fing  glory,  &c. 

If  to  reform  their  wicked  ways 

All  gentle  means  fliould  fail, 
The  terrors  which  thy  power  difplays, 

Againft  them  may  prevail : 
Proud  finners,  humbled  by  thy  wrath, 

Shall  trembling  kifs  the  rod : 
O  fweep  the  nations,  (hake  the  earth, 

*Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

But  we'll  fing  glory,  &c. 


FAREWEL. 

1  TT'AREWFX  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
X      The  gofpel  founds  the  jubilee; 

My  ftammering  tongue  ihall  found  aloud. 

From  land  to  land,  from  fca  to  fea  ; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place 
I'll  truit  alone  m  God'd  free  grace. 

2  Farcwel  in  band  and  union  dear, 

Like  ftringb  you  twine  about  my  heart ; 


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I  humbly  beg  your  earneft  prayer 

Till  we  ftiall  meet  no  more  to  part: 
'  nil  we  fiiall  meet  in  worlds  above. 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

Farewel  my  earthly  friends  below. 
Although  fo  kind  and  dear  to  mc ; 

My  jefus  calls,  and  I  muft  go 
To  found  the  gofpel  :ubjlee, 

To  found  the  joy,  and  bear  the  news 

1  o  Gentile  world,  and  royal  Jews. 

Farewel  young  people,  one  and  all, 

While  God  will  give  me  breath  to  breathi 

ril  pray  to  the  Eternal  All 

That  your  dear  fouls  in  Chrifl  may  live ; 

That  your  dear  foula  prepard  may  be 

To  dwell  in  blefo'd  eternity. 


PRAISE  TO  GOD  FOR   HIS   PROVIDENC^i 

I   "]\/T  Y  God  from  whom  my  joys  arife, 
jLVX     Thou  fountain  of  eternal  blifs  j 
To  thee  my  heart  enraptur'd  hies, 
Thou  fource  of  all  my  happinefs. 

a  Oft  when  adverfity  I  knew, 

Opprefs'd  with  forrow,  pain,  and  grie4 
To  thee  for  comfort  then  1  flew, 
In  thee  I  ever  found  relief. 


[    us    ] 

[3  If  refident  upon  the  land, 

Or  voyriojing  to  fome  diftant  port; 
I  faw  thy  all  fuftaining  hand, 

Held  out  thy  fcrvant  to  fupport.] 


4  My  heart  dilates  in  mental  pratfe, 
To  thee  my  benefadlor  Lord  ; 
My  voice  In  gratitude  Til  raife, 

My  heart  Ihall  with  my  tongue  accord- 


5  Still  may  my  foul  to  heav'n  afpire. 
And  tafte  on  earth,  angelic  love  ; 
Still  may  it  be  my  fole  defire, 

To  meet  my  God  in  realms  above. 


6  My  God  I  wait  thy  fov'reign  will, 

'  I  ill  thou  Ihalt  pleafe  to  call  me  home^ 
Me  with  thy  holy  fpirit  fiil, 

Till  my  Redeemer  bids  me  come. 


7  Then  (hall  I  foar,  with  glory  clad, 
On  wings  cherubic  to  thy  throne ; 
(The  joyful  thought  my  heart  makes  glad) 
To  praife  the  Saviour  which  I  own. 


To  ambulate  the  ftars  Til  rife, 

And  fee  my  Maker  hcav'ns  bright  Kinj^ 
With  angels  far  above  the  fkies, 

^{maorcal  hallelujahs  fing. 

*2 


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WHTTHER    SHALL  I  GO  ? 

t  TTTHITHER  fhould  I,  Jefus,  go  ? 
VV     Whither  from  my  Lord  depart? 
Can  the  world's  vain  glitt'rin,cu  fhow, 
Tear  me  from  my  Saviour's  hear:  ? 

a  Joy,  and  peace,  and  love,  alone, 
In  my  Jcfus  can  be  found  ; 
'I  was  his  lall  expiring  groan, 
To  his  love  the  rebel  bound. 

3  Whither  from  eternal  life, 

Should  my  waken "d  foul  remove  ? 
Carnal  pleafurts  wage  a  flrife, 
But  they're  ail  fubdu'd  by  love. 

4  May  I  in  thy  arms  abide, 

jefus.  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs; 
Never  may  i  turn  afide. 

From  the  path  of  bleffednefs. 

5  Hence  iftlidious  world,  no  more 

Shall  you  charm  me  with  your  wllfs; 
Jefus,  let  me  gain  that  Ihore, 
Ever  blefTed  v,  ith  thy  fmiles. 

6  There  in  end'efs  joys  to  fing, 

Jefu's  all  prevailing  grace  ; 
In  the  prefence  of  my  King, 
May  I  fiaid  a  happy  place. 

FINIS. 


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INDEX. 


A  page* 

Amaz'ntg grace,  hoiv  siveet  the  sound  ^  " 

A  believer  free  from  care  5  ^ 

Ahy  IV hat  can  I  do  o^ 

A  solemn  march  ive  make  IIO 

Approach  my  jw//,  the  mercy  seat  I  2  7 

And  is  this  heav'fi,  and  am  I  there?  11% 

Arise  and  hail  the  sacred d-iy  1^^ 

B 

JBy  faith  in  Christ  I  ivalk  ivith  God  3 

£y  ivhom  ivas  Datiid  taught  7 

£y  the  poor  ividoiv*s  oil  and  meal  15 

Before  Elish a" s  gate  lO 

Beside  the  gospel  pool  4.J 

Behold  that  great  and  aiiful  day  95 

Behold  the  aivful  trumpet  sounds  9? 

Brethren  far eiv el  lOZ 

Burst  ye  em"  raid  gates  and  bring  123 

Bep-one  unbelief  l8l 

Brother  soldier  still fght  on  1 74 

Brethren  let  us  praise  our  Lord  205 

c 

Come  my  soul  thy  suit  prepare  1 4 

Gome  ye  that  fear  the  Lord  ^4 

Come  let  us  lift  our  •voices  high  Io6 

Cu'st  be  the  man,  for  ever  curst  Io8 

Coihe  all  ye  iveary  travellers  I46 

Come  and  taste  along  ivith  me  155 

Codie  angels  seizt  youf-  harps  of  gold  15S 


Pags. 

•  €ome  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  noiv  1 6a 

-Christ  is  set  on  Zions  hill  lyz 

Ceme  on  my  felloiv  pilgrims  come  1 7  7 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed               -  I  pZ 

Com::  souls  that  long  for  Jesus  1 96 

Come  ye  happy  race  204 

-Corns  0  thou  traveller  unincivtt  2^2 

Come  friends  and  relations  236 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy  513 ^ 

Come  all  ye  poor  sinners  204 

D 

Dearest  Jesus  though  unsetn  I  7 1 

Dear  Jesus,  here  comes  JJO 

£ 

Encouraged  by  tby  tvord  3© 

F 

Fervent  persevering  prayer  4  9 

Far  above  yon  glorious  ceiling  166 

Farsivel  my  br ether n  in  the  Lord  2  4  3 

G 

Gracious  Lord  our  children  sst  38 

Glory  to  God  on  high  9* 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God  this  niglit  %i  \ 

JJciv  blest  the  righteous  are  8 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours  %Q 

IIozv  siveet  the  name  of  Jesus  soun^  2^ 

JI01V  lost  ivas  my  tonditicn  2$ 

Hark  my  soul  it  is  the  Lord  A  7 

Hark,  boiv  timers  -wide  sounding  Isll  J<S 

Hciv  ivelccme  to  the  saints  ivhen  pTttf  d  64 

H01V  happy  every  child  of  grate  ?  1 9 
Hail  the  gospel  jubilee                                       '          121 

He  comes,  he  comes,  the  trumpet  stundi  I  S5k 

Herald  of  the  Kia^  of  ii/tjps  *  7^ 


INDEX. 

Page. 

Hark,  my  sotil^  the  trumpet  soi/ndinfr  1 70 

Hail  to  thy  hrigktnf Si, glorious  sun  181 

Hark  the  jubilee  is  sou  tiding  185 

Honey  though  the  kee  prepares  2,c6 

Hail  sovereign  lo've  ivhojirst  legam  195 

H01V  am  I  held  a  prisoner  hcrt  5n8 
r 

/  ivill  praise  thee  every  day  24 

I  ivould  but  cannot  sing  ^Z 

In  evil  I  Kg  I  took  delight  68 

In  -what  confusion  earth  appears  \%(> 

In  the  house  of  king  David  164 

Innumerable  foes  lOI 

I  am  Alpha  says  the  Saviour  214 

Jesus  Christ  the  Lord^s  annointed  29 

john  in  a  vision  saiv  the  day          "  75 

'Jesus  the  Lord  our  souls  adort  88 

Jesus  at  thy  command  90 

Jerusalem  my  happy  home  '  9  ^ 

JesuSy  and  shall  it  ever  bi  I93 

L 

Legion  tvas  my  name^  by  natvrt  36 

Let  me  divell  on  Golgotha  67 

Lord  -when  together  here  ive  meet  I03 

Listed  in  the  cause  of  sin  II 4 

Lo  he  comethy  countless  trumpets  11$ 

Let  us  love,  and  sing,  and  "wonder  139 

Lord  ivhat  is  man,  extremes  hoiu  ixiidt  1 45 

Lo  ive  see  the  sign  appearing  I  70 

Lift  up  your  beads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus  I99 

Lo  tue  God  by  •whom  salvation  SI  6 

M 

Mercy,  0  thou  Son  of  David  38 

M'y  barns  are  full^  my  stores  incrtOit  42 

^y  soul  is  beset  S6 


IITDEX. 

^y  brethren  from  my  heart  belov'd  93 

JMy  thoughts  on  aivful  subjects  roll  1 1 8 

ikfj'  God  ivas  iv'ith  me  all  the  night  1 7 8 

JVLy  God  from  luhom  my  juys  arise  1 44 

^y  friends  and  my  neighbours  184 

Mourn  ^  mourn  ye  saints  as  if  you  See  221 

N 

l^ay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go  a 

iVo  ivords  can  declare  78 

JVbo;  begins  the  hea'u'nly  theme  lOQ 

Noxv  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading  1 1 6 

J^ozv  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise  I  7  c 

^ever  let  the  good  despair  11 X 

o 

Once  perishing  in  blood  I  lay  2  6 

One  wwful  luord  ivhich  fesui  spake  30 

Once  a  ivoman  silent  stood  40 

0  may  the poiver  ivhich  melts  the  rocks  7 1 

Oft  as  the  bell  ivith  solemn  toll  njL 

0  that  J  had  a  bosom  friend  o  7 

0  blessed  state  cf  the  dejd  I04 

0  dont  you  hear  the  alarm  1 U 

0  God  my  heart  ivith  lo've  inJJamt  1^3 

Our  Lord  is  risen  indeed  l58 

0  may  I  ixorthy  pr-^ve  to  see  1  g  I 

0  hoiv  sore  a  thing  and  grievous  1 86 

Our  souls  b\'  love  together  knit  180 

0  thou  in  ivhose  presence  my  soul  12 A. 
0  ivhen  shall  I  see  fesus 
0  hoiv  I  have  longd 

P 

Poor  sinners^  little  do  they  think  27 

Phys  ician  of  my  sin-sick  s  ovl  3  j 

Precious  Bible,  ivhat  a  treaiuie  70 

Prepare  a  thankful  song  1^3 


2  I  i 

227 


INDEX. 

R  Page. 

Rejoice  believers  in  the  Lord  I4I 

s 

S'weet  ivas  the  time  •when  Jirst  I  felt  1 9 

Sin  has  undone  our  ivretchcd  rac€  5  7 

Siuceter  iounds  than  /niisic  knorvs  6 1 

Sa-viour  "visit  thy  plantation  65 

See  the  gloomy  gathering  cloud  7  ^ 

Stop  poor  sinner^  stop  and  think  79 

Sinner  are  you  still  secure  8 1 

Sinner  hear  the  Saviour  f  tall  84 

Saviour  I  do  feel  thy  merit  J06 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises  134 

Savdby  blood  I  live  to  tell  1 35 

Salvation,  ivhat  a  glorious  plan  I4Z 

Sin  enslaved  me  many  years  I45 

Sing  to  the  great  fthovalj's  praise  214 

Sing  my  soul  his  ivond' rous  loie  22Z 

T 

7he  lion  that  on  Sampson  roared  q 

The  church  a  garden  is  43 

Tis  a  point  I  long  to  knoiv  48 

Time  by  moments  steals  anvay  5  4 

The  message  by  the  preacher  sent  JQ 

The  Lord  our  salvation  and  light  6z 

The  fountain  of  Christ  8  8 

The  time  draivs  nigh  1 0 1 

The  trumpet  uf  God  11$ 

^Tis  my  happiness  beloiv  'i%'6 

The  voice  of  free  grace  1^3 

Ten  thousand  talents  once  I  civ'' d  I38 

The  reason  rue  love  friendship  149 

The  sacred  ties  of  friendship  jjO 

Thy  daily  mercies  0  my  God  I  C4 

Tell  us  0  'women  ive  ivould  knoiv  157 

The  night  draivs  ouy  I  must  aivay  I J9 


INDEX, 

Page. 

T/jat  glorious  day  is  dratvtng  nteth  159 

^hd'  sinners  ivould  wex  me  1 8  7 

The  tree  of  life  my  soul  hath  seen  l6l 

*The  rising  '^outh  espouse  the  cause  2CO 

The  great  tremendous  days  approaching  aoS 

Thou  great  myferious  God  of  lyve  2^$ 

V 

United  in  affe^ion  dear  444 

V^ital  spark  of  heavenly  fame  1 23 

IVhen  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld  5 

IVhen  Hannah  pressed  Tvith  grief  lO 

IVhen  first  my  soul  enlisted  IZ 

JVhat  a  mournful  Vfe  is  mine  21 

What  think  yoti  ff  Christ,  is  the  test  33 

Where  descending  from  the  sky                         .  35 

Write  to  Sardisy  saith  the  Lord  ^J 

When  Paul  ivas  parted  from  his  friends  60 

When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  sec  66 

When  a  black  overspreading  cloud  76 

When  T  can  read  my  title  clear  I05 

Wake  up  my  muse  1 1 3 

When  my  Saviour  my  Shepherd  is  near  1 29 

When  the  ivounded spirit  bears  136 

Winter  has  a  joy  for  me  I40 

We've  found  the  rock  the  travellers  ery'd  165 

What  bath  the  ivorld  to  equal  this  169 

When  Peter  boasted  soon  he  fell  411 

While  shepherds  tvitcl/d  their  feci*  %10 

Whither  should  /,  Jesus ,  go  F  446 

Y 

Ye  that  pass  by  behold  the  man  86 

Ye  souls  that  trust  in  Christ  rejoiet  216 

Yield  to  me  noiv  SJl 

z 

Zaofbeui  climb^ d  the  tree  44* 


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